"Dylan, let it out. There's no use in holding it in," I say softly, making him nod and open his eyes.I pumped my hand a tad bit faster, then kissed hi... tip. He grabbed handfuls of the bedsheets as I pumped him faster."D- Don't go much faster- I'm really sensitive down there," he said, his voice trembling.I ignored him and went faster with my hands, my mouth now fully on his tip. He clenched his teeth as I watched a bead of sweat roll down his face."Damn, Dylan, you really are," I snicker."Shut. Somehow. The prom, huh? he pondered.Interesting. If they managed to pull some embarrassing prank on her atthe prom, her humiliation would be an intensely public one. Is that whathe wanted? Jesse wasn't sure he was quite THAT evil... And it would alsomean that they would have to cover their tracks well, to avoid gettingcaught. His mind drifted.English class was next, after which he raced back to his room andchanged into a short skirt and blouse, swapped his pumps for strappywhite heels, then ran. “Turn around,” I instructed them both, twirling my finger.They complied, surprisingly without complaint. My eyes roved over their curves.“Give us a little booty shake,” I suggested, seeing how far I could push my luck.Both girls leaned forward onto the dresser, presented their rears and dutifully jiggled them for me. It wasn’t exactly lap-dancing quality. In fact, it was half-hearted at best. But still, it was fucking hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off those two delightfully contrasting bottoms. After all, isn't that what I was doing with Ron? No, Cyn must have had a legitimate reason for being there.It was a day later when Cyn came home. "How was your trip?" Exhausting. It was great from a sales point of view, but trying to convince a bunch of dumbshits to buy from you what they know they need anyway gets to be tiring after a while." Have you eaten yet?" No, but that's not what I really want. I've been gone three days. Three days without a stiff one. Take me to bed baby and give me a.