Tri-st update (Patreon)

The telephone pulls you away from the sports page. The moment you answer it, you hear Karen’s sultry voice. “So, taking good cares of Betts and kitty while I work my fingers to the bone sending memos?”

“Why don’t you ask them?” you suggest.

“Those bitches need fucking,” she says, using the same heroic voice that’s anchored countless JSA press conferences. It’s hardly able to bear such lust.

“And what about me?”

“Let me talk to them.”

You wave Betsy over to take the phone. She listens to it for a moment, then her face breaks into a mischievous smile. She gives you a quick wink, then says “What am I supposed to do? He just won’t get hard! I’ve rubbed myself all over him.”

Felicia swiped the phone from her. “Peej,” she said into the receiver, “Betts and I have both been fucked six ways to Sunday. We’ve been taking good care of the boy. Yes, just about everything you would do to him… well, no one does it like you, of course,” she condescended.

Betsy comes over to playfully catch you in her arms, pressing her breasts along the texture of your shirt. “Do something to me quick before Peej lets her hang up the phone,” she suggests. “I’m still not sure I’ll be able to take that big dick… you intimidate me with how hard you get that thing… I bet you could get me to do anything, just so long as you promise not to be too rough with that monster-slaying cock…”