Beth pulled me up to his toes and said "Start cleaning cunt. Do a good job or be beaten". Then she laughed and said "Ah shit, you'll be beaten anyway but you'll still do a good job, if you know what's good for you." Just as I bent down to the loathsome task, the phone rang. Beth jumped to answer it, calling to Bob to stuff the panties back into my mouth. "It's just about time for Paul to be calling," she smirked. "Why don't you play with little Ash's titties while I take care of him." Apparently she was right, but all I heard was her side of the conversation, which consisted mainly of "yea, yea yea yea no problem. Ok hold on let me see." She turned to me with that evil grin, and said, "Paul wants to know if you're ready to be friends."