“I see someone is in one of her moods. She couldn’t think about anything. Though the sex shop was at a pathetically deserted location inside the mall, it was a matter of statistics that, one day, someone she knew would discover where she spent every evening and weekend. Her mom had bought way too many crates of these items and the few she sold were because her daughter could publicly prove they worked. So embarrassing. For now, your demonstrations are what’s putting food on both our plates.”
“Let’s just get it over with. The vibrator was abandoned, the handle unattended between her breasts squeezed between suspended arms. A momentary mercy? Sure. Of course, her mom would try to sell the biggest one since it was the most expensive. The ball gag in her mouth kept her from making more than retarded grunts, which was better for business than her constant complaining. The ball gag in her mouth kept her from making more than retarded grunts, which was better for business than her constant complaining.
