Chapter Four
Bobby’s humiliation grew with his hardon. As soon as Sharon and Kelly left the room, Susan and Tiffany continued to tease him.
“Poor baby,” Susan giggled as she pressed her lithe body against him in a teasing manner. “How’s your woody? All tingly from your blowjob?”
The touch of her skimpy red cheerleading outfit was maddening. He was seized with the desire to grab her, tear off her panties, and bury his needy organ deep inside her, to spurt his long-delayed and pent-up sperm. It was just a tease, though. She could do anything she wanted, and he could just look, lust, and suffer.
She brushed her hand lightly over his tented erection, inflaming it again. “Ooh, looks like Sharon didn’t finish the job, did she?”
His blushing mechanism should long since have overloaded, but i
