Back to the warehouse

The rest of the trip back is a hazy dream for Kim. All the sounds and sights and voices around her just seem to fade away, until all that's left is the sensation of her fingers teasing her own needy little pleasure buzzer.

*Rub. Rub. Stop. Rub. Rub. Stop. Rub. Rub. Rub...*

Her eager little nipples are **** to join the fray too, but since Kim wasn't ordered to play with those, the poor little darlings have to go untended, sticking out erect and eager for someone's hand or mouth to come along and caress them...

Kim whimpers as her sex-fried mind drifts back to James...

She wishes he was here to push her over the edge...

Grab her. Kiss her. Shove that great big cock of his into her...

Kim feels someone pulling her hand away from her needy, naughty, sopping wet box.

She whimpers and whines, she was so close!

"Zhat's enuff," the German woman declares.

Kim looks up at her with glassy eyes. Wait, up?

The confused, horny, naked girl is sitting on a cheap vinyl couch. She looks around in utter bewilderment. She is back in the warehouse!

Poor, sweet, naughty Kim had become so distracted with... er... herself that she hadn't even realized they had made it back.

And judging by the video camera pointed right at her, and the very large puddle of her own juices that she is currently sitting in, she must have been going at it mindlessly for quite a while!

Kim blushes at the thought. How much footage do they have of her mewling and moaning and masturbating like some... some cheap internet slut?!

The poor, helpless, naked woman looks up and shivers. The crowd of perverts (includimg Gunther, who they kindly invited along) is leering at her, the lust obvious in their eyes.

"Let's have some more fun..." the German woman says with another evil grin.