. keep going! Yvette likes de breast play first... it gets da right juices flowing..." Rub de nipple... suck on it... yes... mmph slurp Yvette... shou...d not have to remind, but deed you remember to turn off de camera, and de alarm?" Yes! Yes! but still... keep your voice down!" You are too tense, mi amore. Yvette not tell anyone about de way you suck upon de nipples; or de way your hands glide over de ass... or de kisses... mmmm... de kisses upon de troat... down to Yvette's cleavage... no one. Karen here had driver, and combat experience so she seemed ideal. She proved her worth when someone tried to hijack a load, which is not unheard of in these day and age.Karen managed to figure it out and saved the product for us. I'm afraid that we questioned her loyalty. Consequently she was injured during the interrogation. But we did find the right party. We also found out some rather interesting things about Karen Smith while she lived here healing from the interrogation.According to her. Knowing I wastrapped like this for at least an hour sent my sexual cravings into overdrive.All I could do was moan and wither in my bondage, as my clit was now throbbingfrom want of attention. My nipples pressed against the rubber, tormenting mefurther as the pressure was not enough to satisfy my sexual craving. Deeplyinhaling and thrusting my chest forward only increased my rapturous desirefor my nipples and boobs to be squeezed and played with. Struggling within my captivity, I notice. I looked in the mirror to check my hair. Black and shaggy, as usual. As I picked up my toothbrush I flex my arm, hoping to see some progress from my, admittedly flaky, gym schedule. A microscopic bump formed where the bicep should have been. "Whatever," I mumble just before I spit into the sink.There was a knock at the door. "It's gotta be Sandy," I thought. Opening the door revealed the amber-colored pixie hair of a short and skinny girl, wearing a ratty long-sleeve shirt over a tank top.