Even as Shaw had been moving around, lowering her head and enjoying the silent torment of her girl she kept a close eye on how her face moved, her eyes changed and as much detail about her as possible that she could gain and retain. She had noticed what appeared to be a wistful look mixed with almost day dreamy glaze until the vibrator placed against her sensitive skin brought her back out of her reverie. As her tongue moved against Celia's skin she was almost caught off guard by the sudden sensation of liquid catching her chin, lips and cheeks. She was sure she had heard a faint noise from Celia but it had been too silent and muffled to say for certain that it was not her own imagination.<br/><br/>Slowly rising from her chair again leaving the throbbing vibrator flat against Celia's sensitive area she stalked around the table, a almost predatory shift to her walk. She stopped as she reached the other side standing over Celia. Looking down at her with a overly strict thinning of the eyes she allowed a couple of the drops of Celia's juices drip onto her forehead purposely moving her chin to make them do so. One hand reached down slipping behind Celia's head tot he back of her neck lifting her head upwards until her hair was pulled taunt. Bringing herself forward she brought her lips firmly against Celia's pressing the taste of her own juices against her skin, not giving her time to truly catch a breath as she slipped her tongue between those sweet lips. At the back of Celia's head her thumb began to move over the nape of her skin with the tip of her nail.