Mess around

Jon smiled. He glanced down and saw one of Emily's socks on the floor. He bent over and picked it up. He wondered how far ASG would go. Would a sufferer believe anything no matter how ridiculous? "Hey, Jenny, try this delicious beef jerky."

Jenny turned around, and Jon handed her the sock.

Jenny bit the sock and pulled, trying to tear a piece off.

"No, put the whole thing in your mouth and chew on it," said Jon. "That's how you eat jerky."

"This stuff is tough," said Jenny. She put the sock in her mouth and started chewing on it.

"It taste great, doesn't it?"

Jenny nodded and kept chewing.

Jon held in his laughter. Apparently he could say anything, and the ASG sufferers would believe it.

"Emily, while you play with your clit, don't bring yourself to orgasm. Bring yourself to the edge of orgasm then stop and lightly slap your cheeks with your mouth open until you sexually simmer down."

Emily started fingering herself.

"Come on, Emily, go after yourself. You have to!"

Emily masturbated more furiously.

Jon took out his phone. "My damn camera is not working," he said. "I could point this thing at you all day, and it will just seem like I'm taking a video." He started filming Emily.

Emily started panting. She then stopped, opened her mouth and started lightly slapping her cheeks.

Jon again had to stifle his laughter. But he had now worked up another erection.