Chapter 256 Forced To Match The Movements:>Ep3

• Idiots. Esma couldn't believe they'd been suckered in by some glitzy photo booth. Whoever was dumb enough to think that would work had now been proven right. That pissed Esma off. As the drug wore off and she slowly came-to, she was met with Rich's pleasantly symmetrical face staring back at her half-asleep. He was naked. She was naked. They were locked together in some sort of contraption. He was on the bottom, legs outstretched and locked to the padded ground with multiple thick black bands. She was straddling him, her calves locked down like his, but her hips in some sort of harness that locked into rails running vertically on either side of her. It looked like she should be able to run her hips up and down along them, but she was locked in place, with some sort of inactive motor holding her firm.
• Rich had a raging hard on, half inside her. She was wet from the teasing from a small little vibrator strumming lazily at her clit. This was her first ever cock, she had sucked one once, and she had played with dildos, but never had a real cock inside her. It felt warm and was actually quite pleasant, her opinion surely influenced by her high state of arousal. However calmly concerned she was, Rich awoke to absolute panic. He yelped at the sight of her naked above him, frantically looking all around and examining their restraints, trying desperately not to let his eyes linger on her firm little tits, but failing all the same.
• His wrists were locked to the sides of her harness, leaving his hands around her hips unless he deliberately splayed out his fingers - which he was now doing in a pointless attempt at civility. Esma's wrists were bound together and raised above her head, tied to a rope dangling from the ceiling. It left her tits dangling in full view, her bare freshly-shaved armpits on show. Rich was hyperventilating, struggling to form words between each laboured breathe.