Paula returned to the living room, and immediately noticed Lauren’s left hand between Max‘s legs. She liked Lauren’s vintage wristwatch which triggered her watch fetish.

„Here is the thermometer, Lauren!“, Paula said „I wonder why own you such an old school one, made of cold glass.“ She put the thermometer that was still in its cover on the coffee table in front of the Lauren couch. “Guys, it is 3.30am already, I will leave you alone with whatever you will be doing now. Need to get up rather early tomorrow.“ Before Lauren could protest, Paula was already on her way to the door.

Lauren paused. “Let’s take your rectal temperature, young boy!“, she heard herself say next, „Shall we?“ Still holding on to his private parts with her left hand, she leaned forward to grab the thermometer. While she starting removing it from its cover, she instructed Max to get up and stand in front of her so that she could lower his trousers.

Max was overwhelmed by the combination of humiliation and arousal. Unable and unwilling to object he did as instructed and stood in front of Lauren, facing her. She could now clearly see his erection as she was shaking down the cold glass thermometer. „Hands behind your head!“ was her next instruction, and Max complied.

Lauren had put thermometer down on the couch next to her and now used both hands to unbutton Max’ jeans. She tried to hide her nervousness, but Max could have noticed her trembling fingers if he had not been fully absorbed by getting to grips with the mixture of his arousal and humiliation. After quite a while, Lauren managed to open his jeans and pulled it down to his ankles. Lauren took a long and close look at his underwear that barely covered his erect penis.

He wore light grey underpants that clearly showed a dark grey wet spot at the cusp of his penis. She smiled. Again using both hands, she slowly pulled down his underwear, exposing his penis. “Hello, little man!”, Lauren smirked. “I need to get a towel, you are too wet in front already, stay were you are. Don’t move!” She got up, and went to the bathroom to get a towel.

When she came back, she also carried a glass of water with some ice cubes that had been left over from the party. She put the thermometer in the ice water, sat down again, draped the towel over her knees and instructed Max to lay down. He did as he was told.

As he lay down, Lauren treated him with light smacks on his butt until she thought he had assumed the correct position. She then used the index finger and thumb of her left hand to spread his cheeks. Her Rolex had meanwhile turned to the inside of her left wrist and Max could clearly feel the face of the watch on the butt. As she spread his cheeks, he did also notice cold air on his anus. He had never been more humiliated in front of an attractive woman, but also never been more aroused.

As Lauren slowly inserted the wet and cold glass thermometer in his anus, he was instructed to “hold still” and take it “like a big boy”. As it was in place, he noticed how the thermometer slowly adapted his body temperature. Lauren held the thermometer in place with her right hand and leaned slightly forward to use her left arm to grab around his right hip.

She could clearly feel his erection on her tights: “Now tell me, Max: Did your mom take it that way, too?