He gives a few

As much fun as it was to make Betsie kiss his feet, it wasn't what he really wanted her to do. "Do as you're told and show me your tits!"

Betsie knew this was coming but she still shivered at the command. Rocking back on her haunches, Betsie grabbed the bottom of her T-Shirt and lifted it to her chin. She then pulled her bra down and her tits spilled forth. Betsie could practically see the drool form around Tom's mouth. 'It's probably the first pair of tits he's ever seen,' thought Betsie.

"Awesome!" Tom said as he leaned in for a closer look. "This is sooo cool!" Betsie didn't think it was cool. "Shake you tits!" Tom didn't even give her a second before he said, "Do as you're told and shake your tits!" Tom watched Betsie's tits bounce; for Tom this was the greatest thing he had ever seen.

Betsie was starting to get nervous. Tom looked like he was being hypnotised by her bouncing breasts. She was certain that he would quite happily stare all day and she didn't really want to spend the day kneeling in front of him, shaking her tits until someone else came along. "Er, can we do this somewhere more, er, private?" Betsie asked nervously. "I don't want anyone to see me doing this."

That seemed to snap Tom out of his reverie. "What? Yeah, yeah! Of course! Follow me!" He turned and ran into the house. He stopped with one foot on the stairs and looked back to Betsie and shouted, "Do as you're told and follow me!" Then he ran up the stairs like a kid at Christmas.

Betsie tried to adjusted her clothing so she was no longer shaking her money-makers however she was unable to do so. Betsie slowly got to her feet. Reluctantly she put one foot in front of the other and made her way into the house. Tom was sitting at the top of the stairs looking down at her. She closed the door behind her out of instinct and immediately regretted it. With the front door open there was a chance someone could interrupt them but more symbolically it felt like there was no escape; she had just closed the door to her own prison.

Tom watched Betsie climb the stairs. With every step she took his anticipation and excitement grew and grew. This was beyond his wildest dream. He had always fantasised about his neighbour, trying to steel furtive glances but now he could look for as long as he wanted. "C'mon! C'mon!" Tom tried to hurry Betsie up the stairs. Betsie thought he was acting like a little kid trying to hurry their parents to a water park: the parents were in no hurry whereas the kid just wanted to make a big splash as soon as possible. Betsie was in no hurry to make any kind of splash. Her tits continued to bounce wildly as she climbed the stairs.

When Betsie neared the top, Tom jumped up and ran to his room, all the while looking back to make sure Betsie was still following. That and to watch her breasts move. When he was sure Betsie could see which room was his, Tom disappeared into his room and bounced down onto his bed. He held his breath; moments later Betsie appeared in his doorway.

The first thing Betsie noticed was the telescope on his desk. The cynic in Betsie told her that Tom didn't always use it for stargazing. On his wall were posters of various sci-fi and fantasy TV shows and films. Betsie's feet continued their work and she entered Tom's room, stopping two steps in front of Tom. She waited. Her chest rose and fell as she took deep calming breaths. "Do as you're told and pinch you nipples!"

The calming breaths didn't work.