Johnny withdrew his hand from Sam's shoulder, not explaining his actions for a moment it would seem he was pulling away. Only once his arm was free he instead dropped it down, placing it at Sam's thigh. "You don't wanna leave us alone, do you Sammie?" He made a point of still using that name out loud.<br/><br/>After that he turned to Clarissa. "She wants to join, doesn't she?" Johnny was all too happy to reinforce Sam's femininity, and pressure Sam into behaving. He wondered just how far Sam would be willing to go. When Clarissa's hand dropped to his crotch she would have little trouble finding his aching bulge. Through the evening he'd grown more and more frustrated and the feeling of Sam's soft thighs wasn't doing anything to diminish that.<br/><br/>Johnny briefly turned to Clarissa, hoping she'd give him a look of approval as he half way encouraged and half way bullied Sam. "Do what your sister tells you. Join her hand and stroke a real man's cock like your little hand wants to." The words came like an order, and Johnny's eyes met Sam's as he gave it. There was a very plain smirk on Johnny's lips, as though he were finding it amusing. But his eyes had a more hungry look in them, and he really did want Sam to do as he was told.