Quid Pro Quo

"I'll trade you. I want you go and get me a pair of panties from your step-mother's hamper, and they better be just as embarrasing or I'll rip 'em to smithereens!"

"Britney, Jessica's hands cupped her slobbering privates that leaked the evidence of her lewd sexuality, I'm begging you, please! These are my neighbors! They're recording me on camera! Look at that kid with the flip-camera getting a close up of my sexual secretions in the crab grass! My PUSSY, MY PUSSY, is on full display! My lips are spreading like a blooming fucking rose and I can't help covering without catching my clit on my palm! I'm going to fucking have a heart-attack or cum! Either way I'll be filmed and ruined forever in the sporting world, or any other! Just give me my panties, please, some of my dignity! I'm asking you as a fellow sportswoman!"

"Hmmmm...", Britney stroked her chin with the hand that yet clutch Jessica's embarrassing panties, as though deep in serious thought. After a pretty while she very solemnly declared...