proud of Jen

At this point I was proud of Jen for ripping into Dwayne and his immature bullshit. I was kind of gettin concerned with the tone of the conversation. If it wasn't for the stupid bet and pretending to be gone I would have gone out and stopped it, but I had to sit back and watch instead.

"Jen baby, come on. Admit you want my cock and let's do this, the sooner you let down your guard and stop fighting your desire the sooner I can make you feel things you never knew you could. I'm going to get up in you sooner or later, if not today then tomorrow, or next week, or the next. Soon your willpower will fade and you be begging me to fuck you. you will do anything for some of this" as he rubbed his cock and squeezed the huge head"

Jen just sat there silent for several minutes watching him. She watched him stroke his cock, she looked him in the eyes, and she looked down at her lap and closed her eyes. Finally she sighed;

I was watching and listening so intently I didn't miss a thing. I saw ever stroke, every squeeze of the head on the giant trouser snake. I heard every breath, every sigh, and every noise Dwayne's sweaty dark skin made against the leather couch as he stroked his cock. I was suddenly sure that I had lost the bet with this big dicked bastard. But surprisingly I wasn't completely unhappy. There were feelings of fear, nervousness, anger, excitement, and arousal. I can't believe it,