Now Amy did cry with frustration, tears slowly trickling down her face as she realized her situation.  It was the lens and only the lens that could give her relief, and they wouldn't let her touch it.  She was letting them do these terrible things to her, and they weren't even giving her the release she needed.  They were the only ones enjoying themselves.  Now she silently cursed whoever had invented these lenses.<br/><br/>She was faintly surprised at what the man behind her said, but she had to focus on the one in front of her for now.  He was nearly ready, and maybe, just maybe, he'd take pity on her when he was feeling sated.  She worked him faster, still on the verge of choking, and aching for him to finish.