Ah it seems they have come to an impasse. Jamie didn’t really want to be standing there, cock in hand. And Kyle didn’t really want to be there, getting dominated by a girl who was a little less than a foot shorter than him…well…maybe more like 5 inches shorter than him since she was wearing her heels today. What was a poor girl to do? Here Jamie was, ready to be nice and reward a submitting Switch with her very vocal rendition of what one of her orgasms sounded like. And this stubborn ass was making demands.<br/><br/>Pffft…lesbians don’t negotiate with terrorists.<br/><br/>“Don’t you worry about me and my ability to handle a cock. Worry about yourself and how badly your blue balls are going to hurt if you continue to behave like a stubborn ass.” With a smirk, she lightly tapped the soft pads of her fingers along the sensitive underside of his shaft. Well, five years of piano were good for something, they made for very agile fingers even if she didn’t really play anymore. A painter, a ceramicist, and an ex-piano player, Jamie was very aware of how to make her fingers dance in order to get a desired effect. And right now she wanted nothing more than to wind Kyle up even tighter. If she couldn’t get him to willingly submit, she’d take giving him a terrible case of blue balls as a pretty good consolation prize.<br/><br/>“Oh you need a mood setter huh?” With an evil little grin, Jamie took hold of his balls, giving them a threatening little squeeze, purposefully pressing her nails lightly into the flesh to make a point. “Because you cumming on me would definitely ruin –my- mood. And right now I feel like you should be doing everything in your power to make sure that I am in a –very- good mood.” He could get as frustrated and threatening as he wanted.<br/><br/>Kyle -wasn’t- going to rattle her. And while the thought of Jun and Nadia licking evey inch of her body was tempting…she wasn’t about to let him cum on her, not until he got it through his thick skull that she wouldn’t let him degrade her that way. She wasn’t a sub. She didn’t get off on that.<br/><br/>“I’ll tell you what Kyle…I’ll let you cum on my stomach if –you’re- the one to lick it off.” Jamie released his balls and began to slowly run her hand up and down the shaft. With her large breasts, she wouldn’t have to see him lose his load all over her stomach and it seemed like a fairly well thought out plan. And she figured it would probably help put things in perspective for him: Jamie wanted his cum on her as much as he’d want to put his own seed into his mouth. Though her whole train ride of reasoning could be derailed and burst into flames if Kyle actually liked the taste of his own cum. No guy could be that kinky…right?<br/><br/>“Last chance to submit to my one rule…you can be good, let me please you, and swear not to cum anywhere on me. Orrrr I can go hang out on my couch some more…it was rather comfy.” Unless the prize as a solid gold dildo, Jamie wasn’t all too interested in whatever little gem Carl would bestow upon the winner.