Finds the front of your crotch as Jacob hands help Amy out of her clothes

The contact was electric. A jolt that shot through your entire body, so unexpected and potent that it made you jump. Jessica's touch was firm, confident, her fingers tracing the outline of your cock through the fabric of your trousers. You were rock hard, a traitorous, shameful erection that burned with a mixture of horror and a sick, twisted arousal.

Across the room, Jacob's hands moved from Amy's shoulders. He found the zipper at the back of her midnight-blue dress. The sound of it lowering was a jagged tear in the silence of the room. The fabric slithered down her pale body, pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but the crimson lingerie and the black heels that made her tremble.

She stood there, exposed. Her breath came in shallow pants. Jacob's hands roamed her body, caressing the curve of her ass, the plane of her stomach, as if he were inspecting a prize horse he'd just purchased.

Jessica's grip tightened on you. She leaned closer, her warm breath tickling your ear. "She likes to be watched," she whispered, her voice a husky secret. "Did you know that about your girlfriend? She loves an audience."

You could only shake your head, a mute, pathetic motion. You try to stop looking but couldn't stop yourself.

Jacob hooked a finger into the strap of Amy's bra. "Let's take this somewhere more comfortable," he said, but it wasn't a question. It was a command. He took Amy's hand. She followed him, her steps unsteady, towards a hallway at the back of the house.

Jessica's hand released you. She stood up, her emerald dress flowing around her. She held a hand out to you.

"Come on," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "Your turn to play."

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