Jess watches, tortured by what she sees

"God, I wish we had some of our toys," said Tiffany as she pulled off Sam's pants, "And the costumes! I've really got the urge to strap on a huge dildo and fuck you as a catgirl right now!"

"Oh my god, that sounds so hot!" Sam lifted up her hips, letting her girlfriend pull off her pink panties and reveal her neatly shaved red bush, "But if I can't be a pussy cat, at least you can please my pussy!"

Jess winced, unable to tear her eyes away as Tiffany buried her face between the redhead's legs. The sight of her two best friends getting more than hot and heavy with each other made Jess feel faint - a thousand conflicting emotions of horror, humiliation, guilt, shame and lust. Jess hated herself for it but the wishes Valerie was making, and her inability to express her own arousal had left Jess's mind fogged in her own arousal. Tiffany's tongue shot out and parted Sam's lips right as Jess received another wish.

"I wish the house had a gigantic room with a circus trapeze right here. No net!"

Another wave of unwanted lust washed over Jess as she watched one of her friends tongue out the other. She wanted to turn away, but she couldn't - and though she couldn't moan, it felt like Sam was moaning for the both of them. The arousal didn't fade as quickly as before because the sight before her kept her on edge. As much as it tortured her, Jess's eyes wandered over Sam's body - the redhead wasn't as curvy as her or Tiffany, but she was still quite well endowed.

"I wish the baseball team was actually a gymnastics team, and they would start doing a trapeze routine right now."

Jess inhaled sharply, a tiny squeak escaping her tightly closed lips. If a wish wasn't forcing her to hide her arousal, she would have dropped the forgotten shot glasses. She watched as Tiffany, without stopping licking Sam's pussy, reached forward and inserted her index finger into the redhead's dripping sex. Jessica was so worked up, she found herself quietly yearning that the curvy brunette was servicing her instead of Sam... She needed release so badly.

Unable to touch herself, Jess longed for the stacked brunette to strip naked and get between her own legs to give her some release...

"I WISH THERE WAS A NET! I WISH THERE WAS A NET! I WISH THERE WAS A NET! "

Despite the wishes all being for the same thing, they hit Jess as three separate wishes in three rapid bursts. Her body was rocked by waves of arousal. She didn't move, but she let out a soft whine as she watched Tiffany suck on Sam's clit.

Sam turned towards Jessica, "Hey, maid! Are you getting worked up over there?"

Jess, feeling an irresistible urge to be a good maid, couldn't lie, "Yes, madam. I am-"

"I wish Todd would stop whining and get back up on the trapeze."

"UUNNGGHH! I'm sorry, I'm so horny, madame, I can't stand it!"

Now Sam and Tiffany were both looking at her intently.