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But he didn’t wake up. Instead he rolled on his back, forcing me to adjust myself on him. And then he moaned. I could feel his cock poking persistently into my stomach and pulsating against it. I think he was having sexual dreams, because suddenly his hands were on my waist under my T-shirt, on my bare skin, driving me insane.Still squinting, afraid that he’d wake up, I pressed my body against him. I pulled myself higher, my nose almost touching his, but now his cock was pressing against my pussy, and it was driving me crazy. I couldn’t control my body anymore, I was leaking horribly. And then I started rubbing my clit against his cock, my panties were soaked through, and I could feel his cock pressing against the wet material making it slide and slip on my clit. My breasts very slightly brushing against his chest. He was topless. I wanted to kiss his chest, to suck on his nipples. I wanted so much, things I never even thought of before. I was panting, no matter how much I tried to. Peter said nothing to me as he lead me back to my cell, I was anticipating some information but he told me nothing. I lay on my side on the simple bed and could feel the guards cum dripping out of my pussy, as I reached in between my whipped thighs to stroke my pussy I could feel my own slippery fluids leaking out of a very aroused pussy, gawd I thought to myself what is wrong with you. I was awoken a short time later to be taken back to the punishment room, same apparatus and procedure but this time Peter was clipping a small object directly to my clitoris. The pressure of it made my jump but then he turned it on and the most sensual vibrations started to penetrate my nervous system. The little stimulating device was flooding my whole body with the most wonderful pulsating sensations. As soon as he was finished two more guards came in and both selected heavy leather straps then took up positions on opposite sides of me. One reached in between my legs to turn the little vibrator.
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