She was nervous and excited at the same time. Her body craved a release, but to have him watch her? She wanted to protest. She wanted to refuse, but most of all, she wanted him to do to her what he had done to Kimmy. She pulls her knees back up as he takes his cock out, and she presses her head into the pillow. ‘I have to look at him while doing this? I’m already aroused,’ she thought. Her fingers began to play once more, just as she had done before. She knew how much he would want her to look at him. So she lifted her head to gaze at him. The sight she saw only pushed her further. “I’m so wet….Sir. I can feel my clit….tingling….on fire. I wanna cum already, but I’m not….there….yet. It hurts inside. My walls are tightening, but there’s nothing there. I’m so sore….and bruised inside, but I don’t care. I want….to feel you again. I need to feel you again. My pussy….is so wet.” She was panting hard, just as before. “My nipples,” she began remembering what he had ordered, “are so hard. Just a little pinch,” she groans out, “is all it takes. They’re….bruised too. Oh Sir….please,” she pleaded. “I’m thinking about how….it would feel for you….to touch me. I’m so….I’m gonna cum.” The more she talked, the more she played, the less she was embarrassed about him watching. “I’m gonna….” She could barely catch her breath. “Cum,” she shouted as her body lifted from the bed, stiff as a board, and the sounds, even the scent of her orgasm, filled the room. Her face reddened from the intensity, and she slowly began to settle back down to the bed.