Tim takes control.

{if Formation = 3
}Despite the fact that Tim was only thirty, Beth felt like she was looking into the eyes of a much older man. Perhaps it was the fact that he had caught her in such a compromising position. {if Upbringing = 2
}She could almost picture her own father, pulling his belt through belt loops to punish her for giving her boyfriend a blowjob. {endif
}{else
}Tim's face was beginning to take on a stern, commanding cast. Beth began to wilt under his gaze, wallowing in her transgression. He seemed to sense the shift in the balance as well. {endif
}
"Watching your friend get fucked... peeping on them and fingering yourself..." his voice took on an air of dominance, "You're a bad girl, aren't you?"
Beth trembled inside. How does he know...? She was so turned on: the sounds of fucking nearby, the illicit nature of her peeping, and Tim's admonition. She wanted so much to be exposed, and corrected.
"...yes..." her voice was so small, and she couldn't look at him. A hand gripped her chin, not painfully, but with a **** she could not resist. His hand tilted her face up to look at his.
"Tell me. Use your words, and be specific." His words made her want to melt into the floor, into a perfectly submissive little girl. How does he know exactly what I crave?
"I'm a bad girl."
"That's good, Beth. I'm glad you can admit it. Now... show me."
Before she knew what was happening, Tim had taken her by the shoulders. His grip wasn't painful, and it didn't make her feel afraid or in danger, but like the hands of a stern father... or an expert dom. He marched her back to her spot at the door. Lindsay was riding reverse cowgirl now. When she saw the two of them, she smiled a pleased little smile. A knowing smile. That... that evil bitch! She must have told Tim.... Tim's breathy whisper in her ear cut off any more of that line of thought.
"Show me. Finger your pussy while you watch her get fucked. Like you were before. Like the bad girl we both know you are." Beth only hesitated for a second. That voice was intoxicating, and her fingers flew to find her soaking, throbbing pussy once more. It was even better now, and she whimpered while pleasuring herself. She whimpered even more when Tim untied her bikini top, exposing her tits, and then cupped his hands each under one of them, gently but firmly pinching her nipples. She gasped softly at the pain, and masturbated harder.

"You have an amazing body, Beth..." his voice drove her pussy wild, and she pumped her fingers in and out of her well lubricated hole. She knew the response he wanted to hear.
"Thank you, sir..."
One hand made its way up to her neck, where it squeezed gently, turning her face so that Tim could kiss the sensitive parts of her neck. She whimpered loudly at the manhandling, and began to grind her ass against his crotch while she fingered. His hard rod felt so good against her ass.
"You've been too long without proper instruction. I can tell..." She gasped as his teeth put a tantalizing amount of pressure on her neck, almost like a vampire getting ready to drink her blood. "Don't you agree?"
She could only nod dumbly as all the different things happening in the moment scrambled her brain. She was straying, and peeping, and fingering herself, and being manhandled by a dominant, older man with expertise. "...'m a bad girl..." it was a breathy whisper. Lindsay was being prepped for a cock in her ass, now.
"Do you need me to show you the proper way?" Tim's voice was deliciously aggravated with her. She shivered in anticipation of being bent to his will. "You don't seem to know what you're doing down there." His hands started to move downward, toward her crotch.