Go to work.

You return to the motel some 10 hours later, after a full day of work. As you open the door, you're greeted by the sound of angry buzzing, echoing from the room. You're both shocked and amused by what you witness as you approach Gemma on the bed. She's lying in an enormous wet patch of her own cum, the sheets completely soaked to the ends of the bed. Her hips buck uncontrollably, and her legs strain hard against the ropes around her ankles. Her entire body is covered in a sheen of sweat, and her wrists and ankles are red with rawness where she has been pulling against her restraints. The vibrator pressed up against her engorged pussy sprays a mist of her wetness up into the air as it buzzes violently. Her hips, pelvis, and thighs are completely soaked, and some of her cum has even sprayed up as far as her tits and neck.

You move closer to inspect her face. Spit bubbles around the panties in her mouth, and a thick coating of drool covers her entire chin and throat. There’s a smaller wet patch on the bed right behind her neck where the spit has run down and pooled on the sheets. Her hair too is soaked in saliva, and the blindfold is wet with tears. You turn off the vibrator at the plug, and she groans and goes limp from utter exhaustion. Her small breasts rise and fall with deep breaths, her arms and legs still trembling with weakness. You pull the spit-soaked panties out of her mouth and slip the blindfold down around her neck, slapping her on the cheek lightly.

"Did you have fun my little pet?" you ask, sliding a finger into her slopping wet pussy. Her eyes flutter, not even registering your words or your touch. Maybe in a few hours, she'll regain her senses...