Billy licked his lips as Lyrin wiggled her ass, the bullied young man feeling his Master's hard bulge jump against his pants, Lusting after him with a vengeance. Billy lifted the phone, putting his hands on Lyrin's backside, gripping him tight, as he grinded against his face, snapping his pictures. "Good Boy." He said as he spanked him, his grip tightening, clearly his excitement clashing through him. He wanted to strip Lyrin the more he touched him and directed him.