Chapter 252 Her Wild:>>Ep4

• "You've got make-up on too." he noted, but she had no way of seeing it, only testing it with a timid lick of her tongue against her waxy lips. Seeing it stirred something in him.
• "This is fucking weird. James we have to get out of here. What do these people want?" she was growing angry, agitation palpable in her tone.
• Now that the machine had stopped and she could think, she started to explore their predicament. Leaning forward, she tried to get a closer look at the cuffs on her wrists, easier now that she wasn't being made to move around constantly. Her thin wrists were clasped to his collar, so she had to rest her head on James' shoulder to inspect it. It was connected by a small metal link, no visible clasp or connector to unfasten. She reached around to see if there was a way to remove the collar, but there was nothing. James' was paralysed, suddenly feeling Sara press her body against his, her tits grazing the skin of his chest. He found himself holding his breath, his hands hovering above her trying to avoid making contact. He didn't know what to do with his hands.