The toilet gurgled as Julie reached out to flush, the water swirling away the evidence of their filthy encounter. I turned my attention to Hannah, who still stood transfixed by what she'd witnessed, her hand still between her legs.
"Hannah," I said, my voice low but carrying, the command in my tone making her shiver slightly. "Why don't you help your mom clean up?" I stepped closer to her, my hand reaching out to cup her chin, tilting her face up to meet my gaze. "Lick her clean like the good little slut you're learning to be."
Julie stood up from the toilet seat, her movements slow and deliberate. She didn't bother cleaning herself, instead turning to face Hannah with a wicked gleam in her eyes. The evidence of her recent bowel movement still glistened on her skin, a visible reminder of what she had just done.
