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“Betsy,” Scott said hoarsely, “that’s my shirt.”
Her almond eyes glowed luminously as Betsy stripped off the garment, the only clothes she wore, managing the peculiar trick of conveying the excitement of following his orders while making it clear she had only been given permission to do as she enthusiastically wanted. That, more than anything else, stuck in Emma and Jean’s craw.
“Now, wait just a minute,” Jean began, face flushed and a little sweaty. “I never said you couldn’t spank me…”
Emma was more direct, running a hand between her naked breasts and turning her whole body into a display of challenging insouciance. “So you’re not going to punish me? No matter how much of a bad girl I’ve been? I thought you were ready to be a daddy…”
Naked, displaying a justified pride in her perfect body, Betsy pushed past both of them to go to Scott. With even more directness than Emma, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft, running them down from his glans to the base of his prick, then letting them trace over his hairy balls.
“Taking this John Thomas hurts too good to be a punishment,” she cooed.
Scott took her by the wrist and gently twisted her hand away, making it clear that no matter how skillful she was, he would be calling the shots. He pulled her body against his, smashing his lips to hers. Her tongue darted into his mouth and she moaned as it was embraced.
“Well, it’s a good start,” Emma said snidely, glancing at Jean in actual commiseration. She ran a finger along Betsy’s bare back. “But it’s high time for us to join in.”
Jean smirked naughtily as she reached down to cup Betsy’s ass. “Yes… we know all about being punished by that ‘John Thomas’… we’ll show you how it’s done.”
