As you moan with obvious pleasure in the tension being relieved from your mouth, the saliva builds to a critical mass. Flushing with embarrassment, you turn your head away but Carrie sensually guides you back towards eye contact and sucks the excess off her own fingers.
"I guess I'm not the only one, hmm?"
Her other hand rests gently on the sensitive area between your legs. The drooling gets worse, the warmer it gets. You both jump when the door is slammed shut, having been too preoccupied to notice Anita's return.
"I've warned you about this before, Carrie. Assume the position."
"Screw you, pig." Carrie flips Anita a playful bird before placing her palms flat to the wall. First, she is fitted with a belt, much like your own; so that her hands can be tightly cuffed behind her back. Next Anita rests her hands firmly on Carrie's shoulders.
"This isn't the first time you've been here and this isn't the first time you've molested my prisoners..." Anita's usual playfulness is taking on a sinister tone, helped by the head harness that the buxom policewoman holds behind her back. In the centre of the leather web is the most enormous rubber ball. Carrie squirms, but the four inch rubber ball is forced behind her teeth. Tight leather straps grip her face and her screams die down to muffled grunts against her gag. Within seconds Carrie is drooling worse than you are. |