Jack impatiently waits a minute or two before running after her so as to not seem too suspicious. He looks around nervously as if to see if anybody is...watching him, but the coast seems clear. He casually walks to the cubicle that clearly says “Occupied” and quietly knocks on the door. “It’s me, let me in.”She immediately opens the door, grabs him by the chest and pulls him in before anyone can see. She closes the door behind him, without hesitation. Before he can speak a word, she unbuttons his. “Did you know I was watching?” I reply with a quick, short shake of my head.“I don’t believe you.” I don’t have an answer; it requires words but all I am is a nodding, shaking bitch in heat.“Did you want me to watch?” I want to lie, to shake my head, but gradually my chin rises, falls and rises once more.The words stop as she studies me; her eyes inspecting my face, her hands sliding down my cheek, fingers running down the length of my swan-like neck as I hold my head as high as if I was. The first attached to the front of the torture shorts, just long enough to allow the slave to remain standing, just short enough that trying to stand fully upright crushed and stretched the slave's balls mercilessly - while the shoes prevented it from sitting or kneeling. The remaining length of chain connected, through a long spring, to the cruellest nipple clamp the slave had ever seen - unlike the clover clamps it knew, which simply grew tighter as their chain was pulled, the inner spiked. This sent the extreme pleasure waves pulsing throughout my body and I also leaned into her pressing my lips to her, making her open her mouth instantly making me follow her lead for a very passionate tongue sucking, warm breath exchange with tongues slipping into each other’s mouth. After quick seconds Edith broke the kiss and whispered softly to say that it was really nice and I only agreed with my big smile and eyes locked into her very beautiful eyes.Somehow a stupid nagging thought came to.