Harry gets a little bit closer-- and bolder.

Despite her absolute mind-bending ecstasy, Marigold was very aware of everything that was happening around her, like she was in a heightened state. She could feel the cool breeze of the air conditioner, how it made her arm hair stand up on end and the way it made her nipples harden ever so slightly more than they already did. She could feel how her hips shook with the vibrator inside her and how the head of the little protrusion pressed against her clitoris even through her golden bush and made her go mad with delight. And now that she had answered Harry's request, she was aware of the sounds that his shoes made as he drew ever closer. Marigold had had an invisible projected ruler in her head, just to help her understand where the five-foot radius ended and where Harry could be without making her feel naughty, and how she could imagine him walking further down the ruler.

Five feet. She stared up at the ceiling, groaning audibly at the gratification from the vibrator. Four feet-- no, three and a half. Marigold blushed. She still couldn't believe that she was doing this at all, much less that she was letting a strange man watch her! Two feet. The camera went off, and Mari imagined what the picture would look like. Her naked body lying back on the floor, her legs bent at the knees under her bottom, the blue vibrating not-penis scandalously deep inside her with its extra arm rubbing against her clit, her free hand kneading her enormous pale breasts-- best of all, her face, delirious with pleasure and half-shame. Mari was surprised to find that she actually enjoyed thinking about that image.

'Horny Harry' was only a foot away now. He was capturing photo after photo of her pleasuring herself, of the overjoyed look on her face as she gave herself more pleasure than she had ever felt in her life. Strangely, his fly had come open. She couldn't remember it being open before. If Marigold had been in a more stable state of mind, she might have pointed it out for him so he could fix it, but she couldn't make herself speak properly. The only sounds she could make were **** moans and cries of "Oh God!" and even the occasional "Thank you!"

It seemed that Harry didn't mind too much, because even as he took more and more pictures of her, he was fiddling with the fly of his pants. He wasn't fixing it, either, but lowering it even more. Then he undid the button of his jeans- was he going to mount his camera there?

Her hips bucked. "Oh!" she shouted. "Oh!" Her eyelids fluttered, and she pushed the vibrator even deeper inside her. How had she lived so long without this sensation? It was like nothing else in all the world.

Harry's hand had reached inside his jeans now, and she could see it moving around, but she didn't understand what he was doing. Maybe if her brain weren't so full of thoughts about her own body and the wonderful feeling coming from between her legs, she could have figured it out, but she had bigger things to worry about.

Then Harry brought it out: the red, snakish looking thing, with the swollen mushroom head. Marigold had only read about them before in science books, or seen diagrams in school. She had never seen one in person though. What was he...

The end of the vibrator's arm protrusion buzzed against her clitoris, and her mind went blank. Her whole body tensed from head to toe in spine-tingling climax.

"Oh my God!" Mari whispered. Her eyes shut for a full second, like they had been locked. Her mouth gaped, and an inhuman, beautiful sound filled the air. "Ohhhh!" she cried. "This is the greatest... thing... ever..."

Harry smiled lovingly, stroking his thing in his hand as he stared down at Marigold. "I do love a satisfied customer."