“Better than that! Go on, feel yourself up!” I shouted impatiently.
Obediently, the long, narrow fingers closed on those lovely breasts and she curved her palms to cup herself, fondling the tittie-flesh, moving it more lavishly now, though her movements still had a certain mechanical quality.
I found the sight of the pretty blonde fondling her own t**s to be highly erotic, even though she did her best to suppress any sign of excitement on her part. She meant to prove to me that, while she could be made to perform for me, she would take no pleasure in such perverse acts. I wasn’t sure that that was the case however, for even now her healthy young body was starting to betray her. By close observation one could discern that her sensate n*****s were beginning to emerge from their disks of cr
