Of course she heard

Betsie eyes shot to Tom crotch. She tried with all her might to resist the command but it was no use. Betsie took a few steps forward and dropped to her knees. A single word went through Betsie's mind: FUCK!

When Betsie took a few steps forward, Tom automatically took half a step back. He froze when Betsie dropped to her knees. However when she moved her head forward to kiss his package, instead of letting her do so, instinct took over and he took a stride backwards and put his hands on her shoulders to stop her getting any closer. "What ya think you're doing?!" Tom cried.

Betsie pushed against his hands in order to get her lips closer to their prize. She tried to reach out and grab Tom's waist to pull him closer but he swatted her arms away with one hand. Because Tom was on his feet and Betsie was on her knees, Tom had more leverage so could keep her at bay. Betsie began to wonder what would happen if he slammed the door on her face. Would she break into the house to try and kiss him? Would she still have to do it? Would she remain on her knees outside his house until she kissed him or until someone issued a new command?

After a struggle Betsie reached out with both hands again. This time Tom grabbed both her wrists in an attempt to restrain her. However this was the opportunity Betsie needed. She flung her arms open wide, Tom's arms followed. That meant there was no defence between his crotch and her lips. Betsie lunged forward and her lips found their mark, planting a kiss. With her mission complete Betsie felt her body relax and she leaned back on her haunches. Panting, she looked up to see Tom, still holder her wrists, with a very confused look on his face.

"What just? What did you? Eh? Did you just kiss my dick?" Tom said, not quite comprehending what just happened. He looked down to see Betsie looking back up at him. "You just kissed my dick? You just kissed my dick!" The realization finally hit him. "Awesome! Do it again!" Tom released Betsie's wrists.

Betsie wiped her mouth with the back of her right hand. "No," she said simply as she began to rise. When she was back on her feet Betsie said, "Delivery. Now."

Tom was still excited. "No. Kissed my dick again!" Betsie thought Tom sounded like a kid who had gotten a brand new bike for Christmas.

"No. Delivery. Now."

"No. Kissed my dick now!"

"I'll fucking kick you in the dick," said Betsie losing patience. "Delivery now. Parcel now. Package now." Betsie held her hand out ready to receive her order.