Mackenzie asks for the key, gets it ... and that's all for the day

Mackenzie opened her mouth and sobbed softly. She felt the need to cum like never before. So it was much to her surprise when she let out a squirming whisper. "Give me the key and let me go home, please..."

Rachel frowned, and looked down to her. Clearly that this wasn't the answer that she expected. But Marianne spoke, too. "Let her go, Rach. This was fun, but it's late, and I need to go home." Rachel nodded, and started to pull the tape that held Mackenzie bound to the table. Within minutes, the redhead was free to go and Rachel even gave her a coat to cover herself while walking home, and a pair of shoes.

Mackenzie stumbled a little after being immobilized for so long, and she needed to cum like never before. She walked the twenty-three steps to her home uneasily, and held herself steady under the gaze of Marianne and Rachel. But once she locked the door behind her and was in the safety of her home, she dropped on the floor sobbing. Lying on the floor, she opened her coat and pushed her fingers inside her aching pussy, with feral hunger. Caressing her nipples with the other hand, she covered her mound with her palm, pressing her clit while she rubbed her pussy. She masturbated furiously until she finally came.

The orgasm that followed was out of this world. She quivered for minutes on the cold floor of her foyer, like in the grip of a seizure, squirting all over the tiles. It was some time until she was able to stand up and walk to the bathroom, on shaky feet, leaving the coat and shoes Rachel gave her on the floor.

Mackenzie turned on the shower and climbed into the bathtub, laying for minutes under the running water. She came two more times with the shower head pressed against her pussy, before she could stand up and clean herself from head to toe. Minutes after drying her hair, she fell into her bed, exhausted.