“Relax Katy. She’s holding a deodorant can. Sex hindi The room light dances and leaves trails when I turn my head. The fingers are removed and I sob in frustration. She’s holding a deodorant can. It’s a bit like drowning, I suppose, but drowning wouldn’t make me shift around in my seat or pull the crotch of my shorts tight or surreptitiously reach to graze my nipples through the thin cotton top I’m wearing. “Relax Katy. Joanna, can you stuff something in her mouth and shut her up? I feel warm and my skin is tingling and I am preternaturally aware of the hands touching me, the heat in the pit of my stomach, my aching, needy cunt. She’s smiling a little. “Make sure you drink the whole thing.” I down it obediently.
