“Well, it looks fucking hot from where I’m sitting.” He added gleefully.I just groaned and carried on fingering my juicy wet mound.“Do you thi...k he’s hard” Adam asked. “Mmmm…I hope so” I lbreathed heavily…delighted by the thought of his cock, which in my mind’s eye was massive, throbbing in his pants.The thrill of performing in front of an audience, albeit an audience of one… well two if you included my boyfriend, was overwhelming. My heart pounded even more rapidly .The intense pleasure. It was natural to me, and now it seems natural to Elaine as well.At my house, I carried the bags upstairs and put them in the bedroom. Elaine asked if I wanted tea, and started making it. One of the preparations I had made was a number of large scented candles in the bathroom. I lit these even though Elaine would not probably be there for an hour, but I thought the fragrance would fill the room before she entered. I came down as she was just pouring the tea. Once we were seated, she asked if I. Her breathing was ragged and with my one hand resting upon her belly I could feel her tense towards an orgasm. I stopped.She whined, "nooo." I let her unwind from the edge.Then using my fingers I played with the outside of her lips, barely pushing my fingertips in and out of her. After a few minutes she again was ramping up. So I stopped.I repeated this torture – bringing her up to the edge and then stopping – three more times. 'C' was now crying, and my face and fingers were soaked in her. "It doesn't matter. You had to do it as a pretext to get us in here.Besides, I'm just a clunky fuck puppet; not much good for anythingelse." Jennifer tried to grin but her expression was wan with pain."Shut up you dopey bonk-bot." Christina stroked Jennifer's hair, hereyes filled with tears."You called me her." Jennifer's grimace briefly turned to a grin."What?" Christina looked confused."Before...you didn't call me it; you called me her," Jennifer replied."Put her under and fix her doc,".