With her mother’s body still pressed up against me Jenny started to rub my cock through my trousers causing my underwear to become moist with my pre...cum. She began stroking my shaft through my trousers causing the fabric of my pants to rub against my exposed end.Angela pulled away from us as Jenny quickly positioned herself directly in front of me. I thought surely this would signal Angela’s departure but I was wrong. She looked down to watch as Jenny pulled my trousers and underwear down to. A sonic onslaught of mechanical purrs and technosexual moans. The clamor is truly punishing on our ears. But without that furtive abuse I feel lost. I’ve seen films where battered children cling to the parent who bruises their bodies. I’d watch these movies and think, ‘How peculiar.’ And then thoughts of the ice-storm would return. The sanctuary offered by electricity now demands my adoration. I become uncomfortable in moments of even mild silence. I exit the station and make my way into the. The walls were padded cotton, the floor checkered white – gray chess-board that matched the walls. Small black glass globes were everywhere; at least 20 on each wall and double that on the ceiling spread between a number of hooks and pulleys and chains with handcuffs. She realized they were cameras. There were shelves on each wall and upon them neatly spaced sex toys, dildos butt plugs, whips and tons of things she did not recognize. To her left there were two hygienist chairs, behind them a. She wasn’t making any sense.The afterglow was and she was slowly regaining her breath and with it some semblance of composure. She would affect indifference. That was it. She would make him think she was unaware the hand was even there. Should she closed her eyes? Pretend to go to sleep? But surely, she thought, mulling the problem in her mind, he was already aware of the effect he was having.Who could have failed to notice the shuddering orgasm she’d had. Especially where his hand had been.