Celia writhed in ecstasy on the floor as Mistress began lapping at her inner thighs.<em>OOoh, that tickles and it's sooo good...</em>. Celia lifted her head up to try and watch mistress but with no leverage and her hands unavailable to her she couldn't do more than crane her neck past her own breasts, the clamps on them shining in the overhead lighting. Instead she gingerly reached down and stroked Mistress' hair with both hands.<br/><br/>Mistress' tongue hit a sensitive spot on her inner thigh as it got closer to her slit and Celia twitched and let out a soft hiss of pleasure.