Ah, the thought of his own little darling wearing this instrument of sensual delight beneath her clothing at the behest of one of her lovers one day, completely at his mercy! Yes, perhaps with the controller in his hand he had teased that slippery black-haired p***y throughout the day, buzzing it softly to make the corners of her red lips quirk suddenly with the mischief, and thrumming it on unexpected occasions to make the breath suddenly catch in her throat. There could be no doubt, however, that at the end, perhaps as the smirking girl strode through the parking ramp back to the car after work with her the tops of her thighs slick and fragrant beneath her swaying skirt from hours of wallowing erotic torment, the wild-eyed man had simply forced Brad’s poor wife to orgasm whether she want
