His fingers left.
He’d stepped back from the lattice wall and was staring at me like a hawk waiting for its prey. He turned abruptly and walked from the dungeon without a word then the door slid shut with a solid thud, and I heard the bolts slam and lock with that oh so final sound. I continued to stand at the lattice wall, banging my armoured crotch repeatedly into the bars with frustrated desire, gasping and whining pitifully. Next, in desperation, I shuffled to the corner of the table and tried even harder to somehow stimulate my body through the iron panty; repeatedly thrusting my hips and the steel crotch plate into its edge. Nothing I did made the slightest difference, and even worse, inside the cups imprisoning my breasts, I felt them swell demandingly! My hands jerked at the steel
