Changing states at Sunnydale Farm
She watched the door. Waiting. She was tied spread-eagle on a large bed that dominated the freshly decorated guest room. Her hands and feet secured at the corners and there was a low power vibrator buzzing away frustratingly deep inside her, just not quite sufficient power to do anything other than aggravate her aroused body. He'd spent the day pampering and exciting her; he'd kept her in a constant state of arousal and had denied her any satisfaction. Her naked prone body was rigid with...