Your father presses the button on the speaker to the gated entrance, he holds your wrist hard, awaiting directions. It has only been about 5 minutes since he forcibly injected you in the back of the neck with an inoculation, as part of the repayment deal. Within seconds, a middle-aged woman appears dressed entirely in clothing from the teen clothing line ‘Pink’, her face covered in what looks to be shampoo.
“Like, hello, so glad she can come to the sleepover,” the woman dressed in Pink clothing says, mimicking a teenager’s voice. The woman smiles, her face literally dripping with shampoo as she presses a button that opens the gate.
“Did you just get out of the shower?” your dad asks, before realizing the woman is covered in cum, her entire face dripping, as she grabs his arm and tugs at the both of you, pulling you towards the entrance, acting normal and teenager-like. “I love your hair,” the woman says to you, ignoring your dad’s inquisitive glares, still pulling you both towards the entrance.