With desperate force, Bette slammed her buttocks up against the wall in hopes she could use the hard, cool surface to fulfill her endless craving for more pressure from the vibrator. Frantic with need, at this point she was willing to try anything, as long as it resulted in her release.
And, oh God, did she need that release. In a quick moment of reflection, the confident, poised woman, who’s self control was one of her prized possessions, could not remember a time in her life, when her need was so wanton, her ache to feel the exquisite explosion of ***** so powerful, as she did at this very momentall those years, all those women……never once was it as torturously, deliciously painful, as it was at this moment.