At that moment, the wall phone buzzed; and, swearing to herself, Atella stood up and went to answer it. She answered with a monosyllabic curse, listened, and then hung up the phone.
“Ah, sorry, Rene. Other guests need my services. When I come back, we’ll see what other body openings we might explore. See you later.” Using a key on her belt, Atella unlocked the steel door and left, slamming the door behind her.
Rene sat sweating in her open-bottomed chair, the huge dildo plowing its way deeper and deeper into her as she slid further and further through the open seat. The wire dug deeper into her mouth, shoulders, thighs, waist, crotch, and arms as her body weight responded to gravity.
