“Brown,” Derek said with an air of satisfaction. “And just the perfect size, too. Hold your bra just like that for a sec, sweetie. Right there on your arms.” He started to walk around the couch, and around the spanking bench. Ben couldn’t see him in the frame, because he had zoomed in, but suddenly there Derek’s hand was, handling Stacy’s right breast, pinching the nipple between thumb and forefinger so that Stacy drew her breath in sharply through her nostrils, somewhere above the shot. One of her bra straps remained in the frame, and it gave a suggestion of bondage that made Ben’s cock leap at the sight of Derek playing with the breasts that belonged to Ben, still slightly constrained by the bra they had made her take off. They. Well, Derek—but Derek told her to take off the bra because Ben had consented to let him have Stacy. Ben took his eyes off the viewfinder to glance over at Derek, where he was going from nipple to nipple with the casual arrogance of an owner.
