She fought the urge to keep her arms where they currently were rather than reach up to grab her girl to straighten her. She watched carefully for any signs she could not take any more or that it she was truly going to fall. The tip of the feather continued to trail along the back of one knee then the other in light , brief strokes then continued to the back of her thigh as it traveled further up and further in simultaneously. Each  line of the feather caressing over the sensitive skin until she slipped it lightly over the sensitive folds while Celia could find it difficult to prevent the light teasing torture.<br/><br/>Her other hand moved to rest over her girls mound. The tip of her thumb brushing lightly over the girls already tormented clit as she observed quietly Celia's reaction. A faint smile touching her lips.<br/><br/>"Does my girl have a fear of heights?"