"Ohhhh...."  Amy nearly crumpled to the floor at the touch.  Good as her own hand had been, his hand felt even better.  Just that one brush of his hand had almost finished her, and it was a horrible feeling to suddenly find herself stuck at the edge again, not quite able to reach that crashing, screaming orgasm she so desperately needed.<br/><br/>"Oh, god... please, please."  Now she reached out to him, forgetting her terror, holding the lens out to him.  "Please, yes, anything, just touch it, please."  Part of her was bitterly ashamed at her pleading, but she couldn't even imagine stopping herself.  "Please..."