The beeping coming from Abbey's direction didn't surprise Cordelia, but she did jumped a little at the horn. It was obvious that it signalled the end of the cold, and the opening of the room, as those happened right away. That her sister blatantlylay there and kept pleasuring herself with the tool did made Cordeliastare...andmaybea little bit loose her attention from keping her own tool away from its obvious use. She found herself stroking the rod between her puffy pussy lips clearly shown through the thin material of the latex catsuit.<br/><br/>The spread camel toe throbbed under the snug material, the warmed up 'thermometer' sliding easily along it, and Cordeliajusthad to put a little more pressure on it to feel sensations through her clit too. Her hips twitched, and she had to bite her lips to keep in a moan of pure pleasure. No, she would never push it into her like Abby, but she did found the sight very erotic. She moved her hand just like her sister was moving hers, keeping the ever slowing rhytm up until her toy beeped to, shaking her out of her state. Blushing under her suit, she pulled her hand and tool away, but was still staring as it was when Abby pulled hers out too.<br/><br/>Cordelia could not speak without her voice breaking, so she remained silent and just walked out, dropping the 'marital aid' on one of the tables. While it wasnot her who unlocked the door, and she did not came, she was the first out and did managed to get the target temperature somehow. Sqeaking, her sweat filled suit still enticed her sensously with every movement, but thanks to the money spent on their  high tech equipment, her mask did not fog up, and she felt like the material of the suit let her sweat slowly diffuse and evaporate. That it just made the material more form fitting and clinging to her skin wasn't realised by the young woman.