Mark her strip like a slut to tease you

Jacob order. "Dance for your boyfriend before I put my cock inside you," Jacob commanded, a cruel smile playing on his lips. "Show him what he's losing. I want your boyfriend to see the slut he can't keep satisfied."

Your Amy, your sweet, book-loving Amy, blushed a deep crimson. But she didn't hesitate. She began to sway. Her movements were clumsy at first, uncertain, but as Jacob's gaze devoured her, she found a rhythm. Her hands roamed her own body, cupping her breasts, sliding down her stomach, tracing the line of her panties.

She hooked her thumbs into the straps of her bra. She looked directly at you as she slowly, torturously, slid them down her arms. The crimson lace fell away, revealing her pale, perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard, rosy points in the cool air.

Jacob chuckled, a low, dark sound. "See?" he said, his eyes on you. "She knows who's in charge now."

Amy's hands moved to her hips. She hooked her fingers into her panties. She turned her back to you, bending over slowly as she slid them down her long, pale legs. You saw everything. The smooth, white expanse of her back, the delicate curve of her ass, the glistening pink of her exposed pussy. She was completely, utterly bare for him.

She stepped out of the panties, kicking them aside. Then she turned back to face you, standing there in nothing but her heels, a portrait of conquered innocence. She looked at you, her eyes pleading. But it wasn't a plea for rescue. It was a plea for approval. A plea for you to see her, to witness this, to accept this new, terrifying reality of her.

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