Amy was still crying, still miserable, but the pleasure of the lens slowly overwhelmed that for the moment.  She'd be miserable again later; right now she just moaned and savored the feelings rushing through her.  Her body raced towards release, partly because she was so worked up, partly, perhaps, out of fear that he would stop again.<br/><br/>But he kept going, giving her that wonderful, stretched feeling in both passages, and soon she was writhing wildly again, climaxing hard, every nerve alive with bliss.  She savored the feeling, storing it up for later.  Who knew when he'd let her feel it again...?