Her hands ran down her front, her fingers just touching the top of her blonde pussy-triangle. She scratched her fingernails through the kinky hair the...e, arousing the sensitive skin underneath it. She fluffed up her cunt-bush, making what cunt-fur she did have stand up tall and thick.Then she ran her hands back up herself slowly, letting them make tingling trails along her skin. She raked herself with her fingernails, liking the way she was making herself feel.Briefly she wondered how much. She hadn’t wanted to give her captors the pleasure of watching her masturbate. She was a hard time sl**ping so she decided it was time to give her captors a thrill. It may even bring her captors in to see her. With a vision of herself strangling a man with her thighs she began stroking her clitoris. In the control room Michael sat watching her talking to the boss on the phone. “Bambi is masturbating now sir” “Yes her arousal level has jumped from 4.7 to 6.4” “The Orgasm suppressant appears to. At the end, I didn’t wait to cram into the Octagon to drink dreadful coffee, but rather left to return to Repertor at the quayside, just pausing to shake hands with Dulcie on the way out. As usual, there was a trickle of interested visitors, some of whom set off toward the Topsail office afterwards; perhaps they would book for a cruise or day-sail.I’d just boiled the kettle for (another) mug of tea. Tea (sometimes coffee, but usually tea) is an essential part of a longer tour of a Thames barge.. I took those few moments to study her as she stood up taking her coffee with her, approaching me."May I?" She asked"Please do," I invited.I noticed the woman was tall, had shoulder length strawberry colored hair that was lustrous and seemed to catch the morning sun just right, hinting at the various hues and streaks of differing colors in her hair. For a moment, it almost looked as though her hair was on fire, sitting next to the window the way she was with the sun shining through it. She had.