I took the strap-on from her, my eyes never leaving hers. The cock attached to it was the same size as mine, long and thick, a realistic replica of my own throbbing erection. I held it up, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
"Take this to the room," I instructed, my voice firm and commanding. "I want you to put it on, slowly, teasingly, in front of Lisa and Mary. Show it to them, let them see what's in store. Make them want it, make them beg for it."
Isabella bit her lip, her eyes widening with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She took the strap-on from me, her fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, her breath coming in quick, shallow gasps.
"Go," I said, my voice a low growl. "Make them ready for me."