Marigold gets into position.

The thing hung tantalizingly, confusingly, in the air above Marigold's face as she ever-so-slowly realized that she had made her decision. It looked so angry and uncomfortable, and Mari couldn't help but feel a little bit bad for poor Harry. She had to help him. It was the only charitable thing to do.

The sound that escaped from between Marigold's lips was barely audible, even to her. "Okay," she whispered, both hands still wrapped around the vibrator as it shook sinfully inside her.

A smile spread across 'Horny Harry's' face, like the Cheshire Cat's. His thing got even bigger-- Mari was amazed! Was this as big as it got, or could it grow to be even bigger? It was hypnotizing, like a pendulum on a clock. "I'm so glad to hear that, Marigold." He took another picture of her flushed-red body and then stood up again, moving that thing away from her face. In a flash, he was back in his chair, his fingers fiddling with the fly on his pants and with his big leather belt. Mari couldn't recognize the look in his eyes, but it was strangely enticing. "Why don't you come over here, honey? Between my legs, on your knees," Harry said, glancing at the photos on his camera. If Marigold didn't know that he had taken those photos for pure and good reasons, she might have guessed that the swelling in his thing was connected to his eager eyes looking at the pictures.

Mari shuffled over to Harry's chair on her knees, never meeting his eyes. Her face had gone an even hotter shade of red than she had ever felt before in her life, and her heart was beating like a wild animal's, pounding against her chest. Here she was, back in front of the red angry thing, and there was no backing out on it now. That would be breaking a promise, and Marigold was not a weasel! She was a woman of her word, even when that word brought her face-to-face and naked in front of the terrifying thing between Harry's legs. Mari found herself a little short of breath.