He touched her arms, her legs, her neck, her back. Everywhere except her breasts and her pussy. The areas she most needed touched. Her nipples were ac...ing from the need, and her pussy got wetter and wetter as he massaged her into a state of excruciating, blissful agony. At one point, she tried to spin around so his hand would be on her left breast, but he saw the move coming. She couldn’t get satisfaction, but nor could she concentrate on anything else. When the movie finally ended, she was on. So why do you make me so anxious? We’re just sitting there in our comfortable clothes, watching the movie. We had decided to have a movie day to watch the entire trilogy. We’d ordered pizza and refused to move from the couch. We both needed this day together, a day free of stress, of only enjoyment. I’d already made your favorite dessert as best I could, and tried to get the chocolate sauce to cover the vanilla ice cream evenly. As Return of The King plays my courage builds. Maybe it’s Pippin’s. They sounded like someone that was enthusiastically applauding their favorite musical performance. The applause continued for four more shocking encores.The tears were plunging to the floor in large dollops. They were no longer meshing with the saliva soaked reigns that kept her mouth agape.Each tear representing pent up anxiety as it shattered on the floor. Each tear becoming a destroyed representation of pent up stress. Each tear becoming an evaporated insecurity. She could not stop them. Amelie closed her eyes in ecstasy. Her body was being stimulated in so many places, her nipples being sucked, her pussy being probed, her bottom, still stinging as it rubbed on the table. But there was one final element of the ‘punishment’. Chrissie stood up and went upstairs. A minute later say returned, wearing a large black, strap-on dildo. Wendy and Marie turned Amelie over and dragged her to one end of the table, so that her legs dangled over the edge. They held her legs apart as Chrissie.