Ginger delays the inevitable

"This won't work, you know," Ginger says.

Even nude and tied to a chair, she tries to be defiant.

"Is that so?"
"Yep. Do your worst."
"She'll do her best, won't you?"

You look at Tasha.
Ginger looks at her.

"This program pays well, doesn't it," she asks.
"Better than your job at Target. Better than that loser Todd's Post Office job."
"Good to hear. I'll do my worst then."

Ginger can't believe her friend is saying that!

You move her into position in front of Ginger.
She doesn't speak up again.
Why bother, she figures?

Tasha starts to lick her friend.

Surprisingly, Ginger's response is muted.
She doesn't react.

You call your guy in.

He takes a small container and pours some fluid on Ginger's pussy.

"If she doesn't enjoy this, you'll get zapped- alot!'
Gulp.

Ginger feels weird after the liquid soaks into her pussy.
She feels...horny.

Here comes to the tongue again.