A rather loud, raucous rock ringtone went off from Kylie’s purse. And right in mid-jerk of Kyle’s aching member, the punky girl quickly stopped, stood and ran over to deal with the insanely loud phone. It must’ve been important…because after a string of apologies she was already tugging clothes on as quickly as she could in order to rush out of the room, leaving her partner hanging. Poor Kyle, he’d had two pets yanked from him in a row. But…Jamie wasn’t about to be his pet. That level of submission required a whoollleee new level of trust for the girl that vastly preferred playing with other girls. Kissing boys was easy, teasing them was fun, but it was so rare that the little voice inside her head said, ‘You know what’s a good idea? Going all the way and getting covered in spunk!’<br/><br/>But…the little voice said she should play nice today and give something a try that she hadn’t done in…what…6 months since she last touched a cock? Well it’s like riding a bike, she’d figure it out again. She should probably go give the poor boy a hand before he turned into a whimpering, frustrated mess anyways.<br/><br/>“It must hurt hmm? Being hard for so long and not finding any release…” Jamie taunted Kyle as she stood up from the couch. After one long, languid stretch to show off her curvy body, she finally decided to make her way over towards him and give him a little ‘help’ so he didn’t lose due to not having a partner. Her heels clicked against the tiled floor as she sauntered over, hips swaying enticingly as she walked. Still dressed in dark wash jeans, a sheer red t-shirt and a peach blazer, she felt like it was probably safe to give Kyle –a little- something to look at. Delicate hands found the buttons of her blazer and she shrugged the garment off, letting it fall to the floor behind her. No wonder she had been wearing the jacket! She had purposefully not worn an undershirt under the sheer, lacey top that left little to the imagination. Though she did have a flesh-toned bra on to hide her nipples…can’t have D breasts jiggling around on their own now can she?<br/><br/>“Here’s the deal…if you get even –one- drop of cum anywhere on me, you and I are going to have a –serious- problem.” Jamie finally closed the distance between them, she pressed her body lightly up against Kyle’s side, a talented hand coming up to lightly graze her fingernails along the back of his neck. “Understand? I will beat you with your own belt, because you don’t even -deserve- to be hit with mine. And speaking of belts…” she glanced down to the belt that he was still toying with. “I’ll be taking that…” While not particularly powerful, Jaime was quick. Her right hand quickly switched from a teasing, light touch to a hard grasping motion as she took hold of the hairs at the base of Kyle’s skull. She yanked, pulling hard enough to snap his head back and paralyze him as though she were grabbing an unruly cat by the scruff of the neck. She took hold of the belt with her free hand, twisting it in his grasp to wrench it away and chuck it over her shoulder, where the metal buckle clattered to the ground, useless, and a few feet away.<br/><br/>There was no doubt that Kyle was bigger than her, stronger than her, and that definitely threw a wrench in the works. But the last thing she needed was the threat of a belt to trip up her plans to get him to submit via psychological warfare. She was pretty sure she could convince him that submitting would be a good idea. The buxom blonde had something he wanted: the ability to give him release. There was no mistaking the twitching, throbbing need in Kyle’s cock. If he was a good boy, Jamie would make him cum. If he was a bad boy well...she too was well versed in the magic of belt discipline.<br/><br/>Her hand that had been so rough and mean released the scruff of his neck and she began to lightly rub and massage the now tender flesh. Her free hand began to take a couple more liberties now that Kyle no longer had a belt to use against her. She dragged her nails lightly down the center line of his chest, down his abs and toward his pelvis. Once down there she made a barely closed fist and with curled fingers, she lightly ran her knuckles up from the underside base of Kyle’s stiff member, all the way up to the tip where her hand un-curcled. Her fingers and palm enveloped the top half of his shaft, her thumb lightly sweeping over the sensitive head.<br/><br/>“So my little Switch, think you can be a good boy and keep from making an absolute mess of me?"