Moving on

After the two bickering women had groveled at Jack's feet, Emilia was the first to get up and leave the dressing room. Jack assumed she left to pay for her clothes.

Becca however stayed behind, pressing her chest up against Jack's back. Her hardened nipples up against his back. "I'm very sorry... i think punishment is in order, for being a naughty ****." Her hands moved towards his crotch, softly rubbing at his pants. Jack raised an eyebrow. "You want to be punished?" He asked, turning around, clamping his hands on her arms with a tightened grip.

Becca flickered her long lashes, gazing into Jack's eyes. She returned to rubbing his crotch, smiling at him while she did. Jack knew exactly what they both wanted... He span the minx around, and pushed her up against the wall, she responded with a lusty chuckle. "Punish me master. Make me your bitch."

Jack's lust was flaring with a wild intensity, his cock began throbbing in anticipation, steadily growing in his pants. Becca was visibly panting, with beads of sweat dripping from her forehead.