There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. Gently she began to wash my breasts, and like magic, the nipples reared to attention and the tips tingled. Then she felt the tugging on her nipples as he gently stretched the chain and she gasped, while at the same instant the phallus slid fully into her and brushed the back of her throat, remaining but an instant, before gently withdrawing, pulling back from her entirely, slipping from between her lips and it was gone. Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. Perspiration glowed on her shiny forehead and her skin felt damp from the exertion. She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. They were vibrators. His teeth were off-white. Each one stretching her, making her gasp and moan with the sensation of filling, each one pushing the one inside her before it even deeper, until she felt herself full to bursting. I stood mortified as the woman castigated me to my aunt, characterizing me as the vulgar little letch who had pawed her daughter.