Jack wants to snap, but remembers last time he did that and reigns himself in enough to just say "I was more comfortable in the bed, actually. It was really hot and wet and hard to breathe in there."

Heather looks mildly annoyed at his honesty, but lets it go, saying "well I'm sorry it's not perfect, but you need to learn to think about my needs just like I take care of all of yours. For example, I want you to have some of my yogurt when I eat breakfast this morning. It's not healthy for you to just eat pussy every day." She says, like it's Jack's fault she hasn't given him much else to eat.

She continues: "After that, you can go back in my pussy and hide out until my friends are gone, or you can join the party with everyone where I can keep an eye on you, but I don't want you complaining if my friends scare you in that case."

Jack is horribly dismayed as he doesn't want to go back in there but he's terrified of Heather's friends. "Please, why can't I just wait in the ca- in my room?" He begs her. "Or at least I could ride in your panties and give you kisses like yesterday?"

Heather stands firm, shaking her head. "No, if I can't keep an eye on you then Bella or someone might sneak in. And since she's already told everyone about you, even though I said not to, they'll be looking if I don't show you to them, and they might even try to grab you out of my panties. If you're staying hidden then it needs to be so I know where you are at all times and nobody else can get to you, so you can either hang out in my nice soft pussy a little more today. I mean." She slaps her backside pointedly, mocking him. "Unless you want to take the smuggler's entrance."

Jack turns pale and trembles, to Heather's amusement, at the thought of going in there instead. "Okay, you win" he tells her. "I'll..."