“You can sleep on my floor you idiot,” he reassuringly suggested. I found myself taken aback by the speed at which I jumped at this notion. Nathan...didn't flinch when I took him up on the offer and we both began walking to his house. I was relieved he didn't notice my eagerness. Calm down idiot I thought to myself. I was weary of drunkenly revealing my secret crush. I refocused my efforts and continued with light playful conversation.We arrived at Nathan’s house promptly with it being a minimal. The vibrator wasn't very big. In fact, it was almost as small as a lipstick container, but its vibrations did the trick. As soon as she touched herself with it, she felt extreme relief like drinking a cool glass of water after eating an incredibly spicy meal. Within seconds, she was able to bring herself off to a great climax, and that resulted in an even more satisfying feeling. But just as a cool glass of water usually just temporarily relieves the spicy burning in one's mouth, the vibrator. Because she was securely bound, the only thing that could move were her flexible tits and nipples and Laurel used a set of hospital grade forceps to flex them to the max. When Laurel was sure Patti was good and sore, she applied another glob of the ?Hot as Ice? cream and some ice cubes to each nipple making Patti moan with a mixture of discomfort and pleasure. Laurel let Patti in on their plan for the evening. While she was still bound to the column and suffering the torment applied to her. I knew I would cum quickly. My tongue had become part of her. I wanted her to scream when she finally had an orgasm. I wanted her to know the fantasy she'd been thinking about for so long was worth every second of the wait. She was getting wetter by the second and her moans were echoing in my ears. I had forgotten about our audience. At that moment no one else existed. Her screams escaped her lips and she trembled. Her excitement put me in the same position. I could feel my body temperature.