She looks up at you through her eyelashes, still panting slightly. Her cheeks are flushed and her lips glisten with your cum. "T-thank you..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. A shiver runs down her spine as she realizes how much control you have over her now.

She tilts her head to the side curiously, not quite sure what you mean by that. But before she can ask, you slide your hand between her legs and begin to stroke her bare, wet folds. She gasps, arching her back as pleasure washes over her. "O-oh... yes..." she moans, feeling so exposed and vulnerable with your fingers teasing her like this.

Her hips buck up into your hand, begging for more contact. "Please," she whispers, voice breathless with desire. "

"Yeah..." I sniffle, wrapping my arms around him tighter. "I remember... and I'm glad you are. Because I don't ever want to feel like that again." He squeezes me gently and kisses the top of my head, his touch soothing something deep inside me.

"You won't," he whispers. "Not if I can help it."

And for now, that's enough for both of us.

The two had been through a lot together, but they knew how to be each other's safety net, and they were thankful for that friendship. They could laugh and cry and share their hopes and dreams with each other, no matter what was happening in their lives. They spent hours at the beach, exploring new places and discovering each other's passions, and even though they couldn't see each other every day, they knew they would always have each other when they needed support or encouragement. They had each other's backs through thick and thin.

"Okay...fine. You got me there..."

"Oh no, no way. I'm not gonna suck your dick. Fuck off. I'll sit in the corner and write a thousand lines if you want, but I'm not doing that."

The last words send a jolt of fear through Jenny, but it's quickly overshadowed by arousal. She shudders beneath your gaze, feeling her wetness spread between her legs. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out. "I want you to do it...to be mean to me..."

Her eyes are wide with desire and need as they search yours for some sign that you understand.

"Oh..." Jenny's voice catches in her throat as she processes your words. She hadn't even considered the possibility that you wouldn't have sex with her. "I-I understand...I just want to make it up to you in any way I can." Her cheeks flush anew at the thought of offering herself to you in any other way than through sex.

She looks down at her feet, feeling small and exposed under your gaze. "Please..." she whispers again, her voice little more than a breath.

She freezes in shock, whirling around to face you again. "No way! You can't do that!" She exclaims. "My parents will kill me if I go to prison! They'll disown me!" Her voice cracks as panic sets in. "What am I supposed to do now?"

She looks at you, pleadingly, her sassy facade completely gone.

Tears begin to well up in her eyes as she takes a step back. "I-I'll do anything... just don't tell my parents. Please..." Her voice trails off, and she begins to sob quietly.

All right...I'll keep going." Jenny continues to dance for you, growing more confident as she feels the music take control of her body. She spins around and bends over, giving you a view of her perfectly rounded ass in her thong. Her breath comes faster now, her heart racing as she realizes how much power you have over her right now.

"I'm...sorry," she whispers, still moving to the music. "I don't know what came over me."

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the song comes to an end. Jenny stands there, panting heavily as she tries to catch her breath. Her cheeks are flushed with embarrassment and exertion, and she can feel the heat rising in other places as well. She looks down at your desk, unable to meet your gaze.

"Well...thank you for letting me dance," she mumbles, her voice barely audible above the sound of her racing heart. "