Jessie, sic 'em

In a blind panic, I started to stand up. My pants were around my ankles, though, and I realized I wasn't going anywhere. The second option became clear very quickly. Jessie freed herself from her self-imposed duty of licking every last bead of cum from my shaft and was standing up in a heartbeat. Her hands were balled into little fists, and for a second I thought she was going to attack me. Then I remembered that she was far more likely to attack her erstwhile friend.

"Jessie," I stammered, "Grab her and don't let her scream!"

Like a blue blur my little pet flew across the room at the blonde. There was still plenty of time to get a good scream out, but the blonde girl seemed paralyzed by the sight of her topless, disheveled, cum speckled friend running towards her at full speed. The gap closed and Jessie made contact with startling aggression.