Aching to cum, she doesn't dare touch herself for fear that Sevda will catch her or she won't be done on time. Lost a lot of time when she had to pee. Finding the bathroom had been challenge enough, but tied as she was she couldn't sit down for fear of making the belt wet and the chain between her ankles didn't let her straddle the bowl, instead she had to squat holding her hands down between her legs and pulling the cloth in her cunny out and to the side, her face flushing redder when she felt the wetness already there. She almost peed on herself when she thought she heard a sound behind her, but even when she held her breath and stood still, she heard nothing.
"Is anybody there?" calling out in the darkness of her blindfold, Cam was afraid, if a burglar has decided to rob the apartment...or worse the nasty doorman was delivering a package...bound this way they could do anything to her. The thought sent a nasty shiver up her spine. Raising her hands to cover herself from the burglar/doorman intruder in her imagination, the soft terry cloth rubbing just right on her clit, Cam could not resist any longer.
Forgetting consequences, and even her own inhibitions, her fingers grind on her already wet clit. Her nipples ache for attention, but the handcuffs don't reach enough to do both. Alternating between her hard nipples and aching clit, Cam accidentally yanks the belt attached to the cuffs. The cloth, now slick, rubs just right with hard tugs, she twists her nipples as she rides the belt. The wet cloth sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Pinching hard on her nipples so sharp jolts add to her shudders of pleasure. In her mind intruders, one...no two, robbers, female robbers wearing high heels...and making her masturbate so they can watch. Standing on her toes and arching her back as she drags the cloth, sticky and wet against her cunny, and restricts her own breathing. Imagining the thieves chocking her, humiliating, threatening. Caressing her with the whips they hold...what they will do if her performance doesn't satisfy them...or even if it does. Her breath comes in long drawn out rasps as she shudders and cums, falling to the ground, shaking in her hardest orgasm ever. The cool bathroom tiles warm quickly under her hot skin.
Trying to recover and complete her task before Sevda returns; Cam marvels at how her life has changed. Struggling to rise on unsteady bound feet she hears the noise again and might have peed on herself if she hadn't just gone. Listening carefully Cam knows there is someone in the house.
