<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/O3UP9eE.jpg)</div><br/>Ellie did hear Crystal, hear her call her name with the same sweet voice that sounded her moans, heard her call Ellie a good girl, too. And, again, the warm feeling of things being... right. Her own pleasure merging with the pleasure of pleasing her friends and the feeling of... acceptance, acknowledgment. Of knowing that her efforts were appreciated. She wanted them to say it more. And the only way she knew how was to continue her efforts. Once again, despite her own building pleasure, despite Crystal's legs pressed around her head, she tried to concentrate on Crystal, on making her feel good.<br/><br/>It was almost miraculous that Ellie's resolution managed to hold, however, when Britney started caressing one of her breasts. How? She was back there, still filling her, still making her moan into Crystal with the little breath she had left. She must have been using some sort of tool or... She bucked in surprise when that sudden slap caught her. What was that? It felt... She wasn't sure. Had it felt good? It hadn't felt painful. Whatever Britney was doing, she seemed skilled at it, leaving nothing more than a small tingle that was... intriguing. That and being called a good girl again... Did she want more? Maybe... maybe not harder than this? If that's what Britney wanted, if she would call her a good girl again. Though she couldn't say as much. Partly from embarrassment, perhaps. But mostly due to the lock Crystal had on her.