Eachtime he brought his finger against that sensitive little nub hidden by asimple fold of flesh, he grew more and more aroused, and the air chilledhi...s sex as it grew wetter and wetter."I gotta ask Chris how this thing works," he said to himself, making amental note. Sure, he could just keep rubbing at it and rubbing at it,but it would take forever to get an orgasm that way, and forever was alength of time he didn't have. He stood up and, keeping his eye on themirror, slowly removed the. She wanted to ask how she was supposed to put it on with her hands incapacitated. She wanted more to wear if she was going to go outside. She needed money if she was going to buy food. She wanted real food herself. She knew that when Bill said she'd already eaten, he was talking about the cum she'd swapped with Jamie. She also knew Bill fully expected her to figure it out without whining about her problems. She figured she could do nothing with her hands cuffed."Master," Wendy finally begged,. His hands pushed on her shoulders. “Lay back, Brandy.” He arranged her, her body sliding easily on the shiny table, pushing her until her head began to slip off the edge of the table on one end. “Relax,” holding her head as he slid her until she was almost looking upside down.She wet her lips when she realized what he was arranging her for. Her head slid off the edge, looking up at him, staring directly at his crotch. Her mouth would be at a convenient height and with her head hanging down, his. Then, suddenly, she stops.I'm surprised as she drops the shower-head into the bath, and gets on all fours. I wonder what she's going to do next.She edges herself backwards, and...Oh my God, she's not...she's rubbing her pussy up and down the tap.Her eyes lost with lust, she looks into the camera."I'm so fucking horny, I need something in my steaming hot cunt NOW!"She forces herself back onto the faucet, it disappearing between her folds. I can't believe she's doing it, but she's fucking herself.