Not only were her curved steps limited to about 1 foot by the ankle bar, but as one foot went forward, the steel tubes pulled the corresponding shoulder back, and pushed her other shoulder forward.Not only were her curved steps limited to about 1 foot by the ankle bar, but as one foot went forward, the steel tubes pulled the corresponding shoulder back, and pushed her other shoulder forward. She was forced into a sexy, torch-singer's strut, pelvis thrust forward, rolling her shoulders and swivelling her hips. This did not help her balance on her now precarious heels. What was worse, with every step, her lubricated torso slid back and forth within the tight confines of the rubber corselet, rubbing her nipples and clitoris with the rounded rubber fingers inside. Occasionally, one of the little buggers would catch on her clitoris ring and give it a tweak forcing her to stop while paroxysms of tension radiated from her sex. Then too, the action of lifting her feet alternately pulled and released the rod to her crotch, pulling and pushing the thick dildo inside her. After only ten feet or so, she stopped, gasping. "MMMmmmph!" she said. "You're not much of a conversationist, are you?" asked Mandy. "Now, remember, you're the one who said there is no such thing as too much sex! You are going to walk to the elevator and into the dining room if I have to drag you! I am going to turn your hearing off now, and I don't want to have to turn it back on, is that clear? Now move!" Flora moved. It was slowly driving her insane, but she knew that Mandy really meant it this time, so she walked. With each exaggerated strut, her breasts slithered inside their lubricated cups, the little fingers playing with her nipples. At every step, the dildo plunged in and out, in and out, the rubber fingers in the pants gripping her clitoris, massaging her pussy lips and the lubricant covering her body "squelch"-ing around as she moved. |