Today I had no patience. I texted her an order: "Send me a picture : your finger in your pussy. Now."
She sent a message saying she was busy, and I replied I didn't care. Finally she responded with a photo taken in a toilet stall. Her skirt was around her waist, tights pulled down, along with the cute red knickers I saw her put on this morning. She wasn't fingering herself.
"I want your finger in your cunt," I texted. She replied: "But I'm not wet."
"Make it wet."
A few minutes later my mobile buzzed. New picture: Tights pulled down out of sight. Legs spread further apart. She's sitting down on the toilet. Hand between her legs, middle finger obviously on its way back out from between the pouty lips. It glistens.
I called her. When she picked up I heard the echo of the ladies' room.
She saw my number and picked up giggling into the phone. "Did you like it?"
"Yes. You deserve a reward when we get home. Get out early."
The reward? I can smell her on my fingers as I type this...