Using her other hand, she slowly circled her clit, it was so sensitive, her body responded quickly to her touch. Maggie was always so quick to come. T...o quick, really. She moved her fingers in and out of her pussy, using her thumb and her other fingers on her clit. Too soon, too quickly her body responded and Maggie began to shake, buck and she came hard against her fingers.Still horny and panting more than a little, she stretched back in the chair. Wait. What was that? Up in the window. It stayed there for maybe thirty seconds before falling back down again. Once more I glanced anxiously at Sandra but, as with last time, she had her head down and was busy on her computer.I'm not ashamed to admit that, at this point, I was pretty scared. I mean, it was as if a part of my body had developed a mind of its own, as if I no longer had complete control over my right arm. I needed a drink, preferably something strong, but, failing that, a glass of water would have to suffice. I got up. There'd really been nothing to anchor her to the environs she'd left. Her mother had died of ovarian cancer three years after her birth and John Bassett, her father, had remarried two years later. She'd never been close to her stepmother. And her father's job as a hotel manager had kept him away from home for long stretches of time. As a consequence, she'd sadly drifted apart from the only parent she'd known and loved. So she'd accepted the timely offer of employment in New York without. Even a fancy casket lined with silf and proppedopen.A second room was called the medical room and it included a dentist'schair, a gynecologist's examination table and an enema bench as well asseveral ominous looking devices.The third room was probably the most terrifying. It was set into theconcrete foundation. The door was just over six feet high and the ceilingwas about a foot higher. The room was only about two feet deep and maybefour feet wide. Fastened in the concrete wall were several.