Clean the sinks and counter tops in the washroom, shut down the furnace and check the doors and lights were all she needed to do before her nightly rounds. Butterflies careened in her stomach as she stood and began to finish up.The sense of helplessness had been growing stronger ever since she had first locked the doors. It was very intense now, as if a phantom being were penetrating her through some form of osmosis and taking control of her mind and body. She went about the last of her work automatically, like a robot of flesh and blood controlled by a computer chip planted somewhere deep in the back of her head. She could almost feel it. As she made her way closer to the lodging ward Becca felt her body fill up with the sensation of being manipulated; the phantom gaining total control. The hall seemed viewed from within a fishbowl, blurred and distorted. Her body stopped at the leash rack, a wall mounted board of nails from which various kinds of restraints hung. There were empty. Gently I suckled it, while MY left thumb encircled her right nipple and I squeezed both firmly. Parvathy threw her head back and moaned. Her fingers played in his short hair and across my shoulders. I drew my attention to the now aching right breast where I flicked my tongue over the erect nipple. I swallowed this one more deeply and ran my tongue around the nipple. Her body began to tense and with a slight moan. It was her first orgasm .I realized what had happened. “Did you come?”“What is that?” She asked in a lower voice.“It means, dummy, that you had an orgasm.”“I thought I peed due to my nervousness.”“No, you certainly had an orgasm. Did you enjoy it?”“Yes” She said shylyI released her breasts and my fingers traced a path down stomach and hooked into the waistband of her petticoat. My kisses followed the path of my fingers, stopping only to flick my tongue into her navel. I undid the knot on the petticoat and pulled the string of the petticoat and untied it so that another.
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