Mrs. Davis’s struggle

For the next shoot Gerald had made her sit on the office chair, with its back turned to the desk. Gingerly, she had moved herself to the edge of the seat. Between her thighs, there was a large vibrator anchored to her loins. He hadn't turned it on, of course, because actual sexual activities were prohibited: this they had agreed upon. But even as a dead piece of plastic it had sent a tingle up her spine as she first sat down. The seat had forced it into a slight downward angle, causing it to press firmly onto her sensitive spot. In search of relief, she had shoved herself forward as much as possible. As it toppled over, that made the vibrator hang down in the crotch harness, reducing the pressure on her vagina somewhat. All the small movements she had had to make in the progress however had triggered their own effects.

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