Chapter Eighteen
Corinne’s body trembled. Her head flooded with images she never would have even dreamed of before that moment. “What do you think?” As if he had to ask judging by the look on her face. “Try it out in a couple months, Sister?” But Corinne could barely think clearly let alone speak. She backed away from the frame, slit pulsing with the same rhythm as the pumping dildo. Gregory pressed the red button and the motion stopped. “I know something we can try now,” his hand drew her away, back into the room and all its tables and stations and contraptions. “Sit here.”
Corinne sat in one of the chairs that would have been more at home in a dentist’s office, except that her legs were placed on two separate sections, buckled down then spread slightly apart. “What is this?” She final
