A willing helper...

As you pass through the commercial district, you suddenly have a thought. You don't have to rely on porn or Jenna to take care of this frustration. You have a submissive little pet ready and able to give you what you need. No need to accost Jenna when she might not be in the mood, you think. And then you wonder how fucked up you are to think of fucking Kayla as doing Jenna a favor.
It also strikes you as a little strange, as you turn your car towards Kayla's apartment, to flee from one oppportunity for infidelity towards another, but you realize it's all about control. You will control the situation, every variable of your indiscretion. The scenario at the Newport house had too many wild cards floating around: Jack, Ana, Lucy. No way to assert dominance over that situation.
You need the little minx who will do exactly what you need, when you need it. The one who knows what's expected of her.

You send a little text.

James: I'm on my way to your house
James: you better fucking be home you little slut
James: and ready for me

A few minutes later
Kayla:

Kayla: yes sir....{if KaylaSpitRst = 1
}
Kayla: Ive been waiting so long {endif
}
Kayla: just got done with some hot yoga about to jump in shower
James: good
James: get nice and clean so I can ruin you
Kayla: mmmmm yes sir

You head north towards Kayla's apartment, rubbing your cock through your shorts.