She stopped crying and looked up at me. Her tears had soaked onto my shirt making it go slightly see through. She was embarrassed and started to panic...and picked up a tissue and started to dry the wet patch. after a few dabs she suddenly realised what she was doing. She looked into my eyes and could see she was besotted. I held her face with my hand and leaned in and kissed her. She responded quickly and we were French kissing on my couch. I stood up and went to the door of my office. Everyone. But I quickly stepped in front of her and held up my hands. Oh, no you don't lady. Enough with the riddles and games. I wanted and needed answers from her and there was no way I was going to let her go before I got them.I shook my head. "We're not done," I warned her.The girl looked at my raised hands before her eyes met mine. She appeared amused as she licked her lips and glanced down at the floor before her gaze returned to meet mine."Are you sure?" she asked.No. But what choice did I have?. ? Her voice trailed off and Donna waited a moment, then spoke. ?Why are you here, Karen?? ?Well . . . well . . . one of my friends told me about youand thought you could help, but I don?t know.?I mean, Tony?s a big guy and I can?t believe he?d let me get away with .. . ? ?Wait a minute, Karen,? Donna interrupted.? ?Men don?t let women ?get away? with orgasmdenial.? They love it.? ?Oh, not Tony,? protested Karen.? ?He?d never agree to let me control hisorgasm.? That?s how you say it,right??. At the same time, Jillian turned up the heat on the Sybian. Susan began to groan and hump the Sybian, which was getting wet from her juices all the way to the floor. The other girls had stopped rubbing against each other and listened intently as Susan started to whimper. I sat down behind her straddling the Sybian and put my arms around her, removing the nipple clamps. She practically screamed and began to thrash her head back and forth… grunting as she pushed against the Sybian. It was.