"What if she comes back?" he whispered."What if she comes back?" he whispered. She ignored him, pressing his hand into her crotch. "Flora!" he whispered fiercely, if Mandy finds us like this..." Her eyes were closed. Jason's hand touched something hard and smooth beneath the concealing folds of the rubber. She ignored his questions. "See?" she breathed. "It completely covers the important parts, like a girdle. It's made of rawhide leather, molded to me while it was wet, then dried and laminated with latex." With his hand pressed under hers, she was moving the front of the chastity belt up and down slightly, probably all the movement the tight-fitting appliance would allow. She leaned forward to whisper some more, her breath hot and moist in his ear. "But it's not unpleasant to wear, oh no. You see, Mandy...ahh... didn't want me to get bored, so she installed a pair of thick rubber dildoes in it, and there are...mmmm.... a bunch of little rubber fingers right over my clit. Ohh, I can't quite...ah, damn!" she exclaimed softly. "It's just barely too tight to let me get off." "Incredible," Jason sighed, "no wonder you seemed distracted at the party." Her panting in his ear, and the feel of this strange hardness between her legs had really worked him over. Despite his determination to remain a gentleman, he had become equally determined to obtain release, whether with Flora or with Mandy, at this point he hardly cared. "It's really trouble when I move," she said, "I can ignore it when I'm sitting. When I want to, that is." She squirmed her derrier around for his amusement. "Of course, I couldn't hear well, or say anything at the party, because of the mask and gag. I felt wonderfully helpless, and seeing you in those pants made me horny as hell. |