Was there ever any doubt?

Your phone goes silent for a while. You start to get worried, but then it continues. Something is different, though. You still hear wet noises coming from Sam's side, but they aren't quite the same as before. Mandy clears things up for you. "Oh, yes, Sam!" If she can scream his name, that means her mouth is free. Which leaves only one place his could be right now. You relax on the bed, turning Peter up a notch. {if SexWithSam = true}You remember those lips. That tongue. You can make yourself ignore that it's Mandy whose moans you are hearing, now, and imagine yourself in her place.{else}You imagine he was eating you out instead. By the sounds of it, he's pretty good at it.{endif} Pushing all thoughts of Mandy out of your head, you focus only on the mental image. She's not making it easy for you, as she's getting louder and louder. That's probably a good thing, in the long run, but right now it's fucking annoying!

Her moans reach a crescendo. Perhaps it's only fair that Sam gives her a few orgasms, given what he will do to her after. Your own is still quite a way off though, despite Peter's valiant efforts, and the whore's cries aren't helping. Another rustling. A sharp intake of breath. Then the slap-slap-slap of flesh against flesh. This is it! The second Sam cums, you'll win! You turn your vibrator to its maximum setting and try your best to move it in time with the sounds coming from your phone. Tuning out Mandy's moans, you try to listen only to Sam's low-pitched grunts. Imagining him making those same noises as he was thrusting {if SexWithSam = true}that mighty{else}his{endif} cock into you {if SexWithSam = true}again{else}instead{endif}. Peter is all well and good, but the sillicone could never match up to someone like Sam...

"You like that, " Sam asks between thrusts, "You like getting fucked by me? Even knowing what it will do to you?" What is he doing? Why remind her?! "I'm going to fuck you into my little ****, " he continues, "And then the real fun will begin." You freeze for a moment, fearing what Mandy might do, now that Sam has reminded her of what's at stake. But nothing happens. Everything is still as it was before, their rythmic fucking slowly getting faster and louder. She must either not have heard, or not have cared. Relieved, you continue fucking yourself with your toy. Mandy reaches another climax and this time, you join her. You arch your back as your pussy clenches around Peter, as it has so often before, and you groan into your phone. There's no way Sam didn't hear that, but he has other things on his mind right now. He's getting louder, too. Then, with an extended groan, you know he's cumming. The implications launch you into another orgasm. You've won! The bitch is GONE!

You are so absorbed by riding out your orgasm and reveling in the afterglow, you don't even notice at first that Sam has started speaking. "-over to a friend. You will obey her as you obey me, got that?" "Yes, master!" The fucking stud has done it! You let out a loud laugh at the sound of Mandy, Queen Bitch herself, submitting like the good little **** she now is. "You hear that, Cindy,?" Sam asks. "I'm coming over, and I have a present for you. Don't wear yourself out just yet. We need to celebrate." A click, then silence. He's turned off the transceiver. You keep laughing, shaking pumping your fists in the air. Victory! Total, glorious, victory! And now the instrument of that victory is coming over! Time to give him the hero's welcome he deserves!