<br/>It didn't take long for the girl to reach the brink, squirming and moaning under the sensations assaulting her, biting her tongue to keep her voice down.<br/><br/>At the height of it she lurched from the pinching pressure on her nipples and one arm swept a small glass from the nightstand next to the bed, which clattered to the hardwood floor with a loud clunk.<br/><br/><br/><sup><em>"Aimée? Is that you...?"</em></sup><br/><br/><br/>The query had come from somewhere beyond the room.<br/>