she blinked at him as he appeared, and gods help her a part of her wanted to pounce on him, to beg him to end this feeling.  She'd never been so aroused in her life, and the fact that she'd managed to avoid masturbating as long as she had was testament to her strength of will, that was for certain.<br/><br/>She didn't say a word, she just stared at him, waiting for him to leave.  once he had she went to the dresser, perching on top of it as best she could and quietly eating.  She didn't want to starve herself, but she didn't like obeying him either.  of course he would be treated to a lot of interesting things in her head, the usual anger and frustration, despair at her situation, all intermingled with the arousal he'd placed into her head.  She kept envisioning scenarios where he came in and just went at it with her..  From pinning her to the bed with his mouth on her sex, to bending her against the dresser and entering her from behind.<br/><br/>it was frustrating as hell, and difficult for her not to try to give herself some relief.  FInally it was too much for her, too much need, too much desire..  She lay back, legs open, and her fingers began to play with and explore her body, eyes closed as if she were pretending the hands were someone elses.  she tried -not- to hink of him, but that seemed tied in, and soon she was writhing on the bed, her fingers sliding in and out enthusiastically, back arching.