"You naughty little things..." she purred, unbuttoning her business suit and shrugging it off, eyes trailing down their sopping wet bodies, hungrily. The leashes were still wound about one hand, her fingers free to fiddle with the ever useful remote that she drew from her pocket. Her generous chest was covered, barely, by her black bra.<br/><br/>Tapping, she smirked, as a surge of pleasure jolted through them both. It steadily increased, until they would be writhing and squirming in ecstasy, yet curiously unable to climax. It would be maddening for the little dears, she thought, but she loved hearing them beg.