She shuddered as his fingers threaded through her hair, moving every strand, tugging at her scalp sensuously. Her back dipped as his hand dragged down from her air, and she arched, gasping, biting her lower lip to keep from crying out. a moan as he cupped her, and she couldn't help but shift, rubbing her nipple into his palm. She winced as he spoke of shame, tensing at the non-chastisement. She was pliant in his hands, clay, and she barely realized as he positioned her, until she focused again, staring at his body from the floor, carpet scratching her cheek, friction against her nipples with every breath - it was almost pain it felt so good.<br/><br/>She stared at him, ass high,back arching as he once again slid his hands down her back, hands limp on the floor. His words rolled over her and she shuddered, breathing erratic. No shame? It would be a fight, it already was. The rational part of her was abhorred at her pose, like a dog ready for mounting, legs spread, ass high, core presented for inspection. She gasped as she heard his last command, eyes wide, she stared at him, not believing her ears. Was he serious? She'd never really touched herself in front of anyone. But he'd told her to.<br/><br/>Her hand slowly rose, fingers gliding up her leg, circling into the inner thigh. She shuddered, a moan sounding from deep in her chest. She could feel heat radiating from herself. he shuddered, not touching herself, fingertips hanging just fractions of an inch from her core.