She calmed down, her legs collapsing to her sides. A glance was directed at Frankie as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Is that why I'm a vampire? Could it be from the scroll? "<br/><br/>No sooner than she asked those questions than Misty found herself rubbing her dress over the crotch. She moaned suddenly, her cheeks going flush. She had only had sex one time in her life, and that was a brutal rape that left her cold to her bodily impulses. These feelings, her intense desire to masturbate, she hadn't felt anything like this in five years. She was hot, blindingly hot. Moans echoed as she rolled around on the floor, flushed and moaning. She rolled into Frankie's direction, her left hand lifting her dress as dug inside her already wet panties, her other squeezing and massaging her left breast. Finally, she ended up on her back, lost in fondling herself and moaning loudly. If she had sensed some heat from her captor, she would have been all over him.