I didn't want to go on; I just wanted to wallow in self-pity. I was in as bad a shape as I could get. What was I going to do now? Even if I went back ...o being Mike, how would I explain where I'd been? What kind of excuse could I offer now that Gary was gone? Someone was sure to connect the two. Suddenly, I felt guilty; I was thinking of myself again, about the consequences of my choices, when Gary had only thought of me. He had sacrificed himself for my safety to make sure I got back to my life. Polly blinked her eyes as the heat between her legs began to build. Inside, the battle for self-control and giving in to desire became more desperate as Hannah guided the wand over her sensitive pussy. Taking Polly to the brink of orgasm, she quickly stopped, returned to the camera and clicked off a few more shots. Before Polly could recover and regain her composure, Hannah moved to the next shot. Loosening Polly's hands from above, she bound them behind her. She bolted upstairs and quickly. After my noisy orgasm, you pulled out of me, dick still completely erect, and glistening with my cum. I collapsed on the bed, too weak to do anything but watch you, knowing full well that nothing I could say or do would stop you from your obsession. I expected My daughter to share my fear, but if anything, she was eager, and before I could say a word, her hands were on your cock, squeezing, exploring. "Want to taste it, even knowing where it's been? Probably wouldn't be your first taste of. It didn’t feel like a river though. She imagined it more like putting a bucket under a water pump. The trick was to make sure the pump didn’t run dry. Manufacturing the energy from watching seemed like a trickle at a time. She really wanted there to be more energy. She really wanted to be the one in Belita’s place. Then she noticed that the thought of wanting seemed to increase the flow from her metaphysical pump.“Frustration makes it stronger,” she laughed.“Sure does. That’s why I keep telling.