Pam had been sitting there, her hair now clingy due to the humid air, matching her damp, tanned skin, amazed at the way her friend was basically sort of masturbating Ron with the flower vase. She briefly felt the need to protest, but given that they'd just moments before been sucking on his scrotum, didn't see the point, and reached over to firmly grip the tormented, yet lucky teenager bound to her bed.

Beth repeated the process, watching intently as the boy's slick cockhead molded itself to the snugness of the glass. This time she kept up the pressure, and eventually slipped into the slightly widening section of the neck...