<i>This felt... <br/>
</i><br/>The worst experienced in her life? Or the most amazing? She was starting to cool down, her chest still heaving heftily up and down as her torturer finally turned off the vibrator, but kept it taped against her thigh. It was over. Finally. But suddenly, he grabbed her throat and Jackie let out an annoyed whimper. Her face was still flushing red and she felt very, very warm. And her heated temperament only increased when he declared that she was a slut and even started to mock her again. She was obviously upset by his words, her whole body shifting as he warned her that one of his staff may sneak into her cell and turn the vibrator on again.<br/><br/><i>I hate you. </i>Jackie couldn't remember how many times she has told herself that she didn't like this vicious man. He gave the impression of being so smug, and so freaking self-centered that he would be the last man she even would consider sleeping with. Yet... this just happened. She was ashamed that she had let into his playfulness, that she had so easily been turned on and in the end, giving him the pleasure to see her cum. She was angry, not only at him but also on herself. She couldn't understand what was happening to her and why she even had ended up here.<i>I must have met this man before. </i>She continued to tell herself and when she heard that he left the cell, she tried to move, hoping her wiggling would maybe at least loosen the restraints a tiny bit.<br/><br/>But Jackie was stuck. And the worst part was that the vibrator was still stuck to her inner thigh and pressed against her sex. She was still moist and when she slightly moved, the head nudged her clitoris now and then, she made her gasp for air. It seemed her orgasm was still sending shivers through her body and to whoever was watching her on the security camera, they probably found her struggle hilariously pathetic.