Amy could have wept with frustration, but she didn't have much choice in the matter.  She silently cursed the lens, and them, but she obeyed, grabbing the first one she could reach and taking him into her mouth.  With any luck, the rest would get worked up enough watching that they'd want to take her, and she could find relief at last.  She could hardly think, couldn't believe she was doing any of this, but she couldn't stop herself.