Chapter 972 The Dildo:>Ep 9

I had her in a rhythm now, as we stood apparently idly in the middle of the show floor: One second on full, one second at half intensity, one second on full, and finally one second at idle. Then repeat. And the occasional potato chip. The rhythm was accomplishing what I wanted, as her vision, while still fixed on me, was obviously losing focus. She trembled here and there, usually when I had my little co-conspirator humming at full power, but she was keeping it together. She summoned a look of defiance that ebbed away as quickly as she formed it.