Satisfy her (again)

Well. If this is what's happening, you might as well continue to play along. You're not sure you like the themes of these vows and they fact that they're blatantly one-sided hasn't slipped past you, but the only thing throbbing harder than your head is your swollen cock.

Your hands - restless both from confinement and, you assume, the hefty dose of aphrodisiac working it's way through your system - get to work fondling Dharma's breasts, rolling her large nipples between your fingers, enjoying every inch of brown skin you're permitted to explore.

While Dharma's bountiful breasts certainly are impressive, massaging them seems to leave an even greater impression on her. The young woman bucks in your arms, shifting her pelvis against you and grinding your dick further into the cleft of her ass.

"Waaaaiitt.." she whines but once again her mouth and her body tells a different story: from the way the eagerly arcs her back to press her tits against your hands, to the wet warmt you feel against your stomach. Even just her voice betrays her desire in the tremulous tone.

Though you try to ignore it, around you the audience of women have moved further in, eagerly watching your ministrations with bated breath. No one says or does anything more than watch and occasionally dip their hands underneath the silken robes - for some their own, elsewhere each other's. It is only when you try to raise your head to suck on Dharma's breast that you feel someone grab the hair on the back of your head firmly. Hands only. Gotcha.

Still that's more than enough judging by the way Dharma is squirming underneath your grip. Perhaps you were not the only one to drink the special cocktail? Or perhaps it's just this entire situation that does it for her.

You move your hand down between her legs and she eagerly shifts her crotch forward to permit you easier access. She is soaked, of course, with a mixture of your juices and as you cup her cunt and easily slips two fingers inside her, she shudders and nearly falls into your arms, with her forehead resting on your shoulder.

"I.. hnng.. said wait, damn it!" She whispers insistently in your ear. Each word formed on a foundation of moans, "thiiiiss.. this might be ouwww-oh.. oh! Our last chance."

You stop fingering her for a moment to let her speak, which allows her to gather enough composure to quietly explain:

"If you fail to satisfy me, this whole thing can still be called off.. But you have to stop right now because this whole thing is so fucking hot and you've got me so so so so *so* close.."

You take a second to consider. Dharma sounded.. honest, you guess.. Mostly you could tell she wasn't lying about being on the edge. You ask her what will happen to you if you fail.

"I.. don't know.." she admits, though her reticient tone suggests that she assumes that it won't be good.