Chapter 273 Digital Obedience Cuff:>>Ep7

• She had to get out of this mall right now, but the fog brought on by tiredness and feeling so horny was making it hard to remember the route out. Scanning the signs on the walls, she saw one leading to an exit and strode across the corridor, hoping the cuff would allow her to leave. The vibrations were speeding up and she was breathing heavily, steadying herself on the wall as she moved, the toy squirming back and forwards inside her from the motion of her thighs. It felt like getting fucked ever so gently. How she longed to be fucked right now. A wicked grin appeared with the thought. Growing tired, the pleasure being wrought on her nethers was harder to fight, and small moans escaped her lips as she pressed forward. She tried her best to keep quiet as she passed people. The vibrations were mounting, making her journey more difficult. In the midst of her concentration, Tameena passed someone and did a double take, looking back to see someone exiting a card shop, their eyes meeting.
• "Tameena?!" the woman exclaimed, spotting her and tilting her head in surprise. She stopped stock-still, unsure of how to react. It was one of her closest friends, Shannon, clearly in the middle of a shopping spree, lugging a comically large set of white and pink shopping bags. She could hardly believe it. Was this a chance encounter? Seeing one of her closest friends wandering around the same mall while she was enduring this torment? Tameena was suspicious, but was equally glad to see a friend right now. Still, greeting Shannon meant diverting from her exit, and she longed to get out of this place before this cuff forced her to do something even more humiliating. She tried to push herself to say goodbye and keep moving, but she was frozen in place. Shannon looked so glad to see her. Tameena felt her feet taking her over to Shannon, and did her best to appear excited at crossing paths.
• "Hey you!" Tameena replied unconvincingly with a beaming smile. Shannon scanned her up and down. Clearly she could tell something was up, she was nearly as tall as Tameena, her hair a brilliant crimson which was paired nicely today with a long wispy red dress that ran down to her ankles, speckled with a pattern of small white flowers. Shannon was delectably tall and slim, her skin a brilliant pale white. She was the trendy type, always done up to the nines, and fashioned some ironic-wire framed glasses that somehow looked chic on her. She was stunning, with a narrow nose and thin lips, like she had been carefully crafted in proportional symmetry. Even from a little distance, she got the benefit of a gust of Shannon's incredible flowery perfume, mixed in with her signature Juniper berry shampoo. The familiar scent immediately put her at ease, even if she was still being force-fucked all the while. She hoped Shannon wasn't downwind of her own stench of sex. Tameena peered down at the cuff cautiously, but it was strangely silent. Perhaps this really was unexpected.