She stood up. He was watching her, she knew. When she let go, she felt it bite into her and gave a satisfied ‘ah’. Her fingers trembled slightly as she touched her nipples, licking her fingertips, then teasing them erect. “Peter,” she whispered, flicking the right nipple. Daisy looked at herself in the mirror. Daisy walked around the room one more time, then stopped and stood still just behind her chair. “Push those pins harder.” Daisy clicked IGNORE, she didn’t want to waste time with anyone else now that Peter was online. The chat showed he was on video mute, but had clicked on her signal. She left the bathroom, making sure to take the plastic bag and the small cases for her toys with her. She knew she would feel her own saliva on her chest, dripping between her titties and down her belly. All he’d have to do would be tell her “touch yourself” or “pinch yourself” and she’d cum right then.
