Half a minute later you're standing in the middle of your front room, biting your lower lip and trying to think of anything except the feelings from your crotch.
Whoever would have though that getting from lying on your back to standing up without using your hands would be so difficult? But you've made it. You smile weakly at Amy.
Walking isn't easy either. The movement of your thighs compresses your swollen labia against the crotchrope, causing you to gasp with every careful step.
The kitchen at last. You can feel your body stirring again. It was impossible not to be stimulated during the walk from the front room.
You're fighting down panic as your body begins to climb the heights again. No time. The drawer where the knives and scissors are kept is at waist level. You turn your back to it and grope for the handle with your fingers. Turning around you see she followed you to the kitchen and is watching your progress with a curious smile. No time for her as well and you open the drawer.
"Ohh.. Ohh.."
The drawer slides open and you almost overbalance forwards. You turn and look. The scissors are at the front of the drawer, a foot away from you.
"Amy! Quickly! Please get the scissors.
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