let's do this...

"start touching yourself" you tell ella. "Preferably, your beautiful tits." When you

say this, her hands slowly move away from their pinned position at the sides, to

her luscious mounds on her chests. They slid up her stomach, almost as if

drawing out the moment as much as she could. When her left hand reached its

destination, ella gasped at the feel of her cold, manicured hands, as she started

groping herself lightly at first.

The expression on her face was priceless... it was an

erotic mix of lust, guilt and and obvious statement that the prince hasn't seen her

real "Oo" face... ever. She started pinching her left nipple as her right would be

grabbed and rubbed so strongly, that you could see her now heaving breasts

turning a purplish-pink.

Saying that she would be enjoying this experience would

be an understatement as you notice the moist area between her fabulous thighs

glisten to the light of the lit candle. Well, that and the exponentially growing

sounds of moaning. Five minutes into her self groping session, you're now sitting

on her bed trying to calm down the raging one-eyed moster in your tights, as she

obviously realised what was going on. Her expression changed from "Oh, God! I

really needed this", to "When I get out of this, I'm gonna cut your balls off..."