Marigold feels some good vibrations.

For a moment, Marigold was lost to the world. She grabbed the vibrator with one hand and brought it closer to her, cradling it against her breasts like a baby. It looked so strange, not like those doctors-office anatomy models of penises at all. It was gray and blue, not so different from the plug that was still sitting on top of the costume in the bottom of the bag. Then she took it in both hands, holding it like a tool in front of her as if she didn't know what it was supposed to be used for. But she did know what it was used for. That much was obvious.

The flash went off again, and Mari looked up to see Harry grinning behind the camera, just outside the mandatory five-foot radius she had imposed. Suddenly five feet didn't seem like very much at all, but she had set the terms. A deal was a deal, and there wasn't any way she could **** Harry to renegotiate now. He might ask for some other kind of 'compensation.'

"Do you like it?" the store owner said. "It looks just right for you. Nice and sweet, just like you, gorgeous. Now, why don't you try it out? The button on the side turns it on."

Mari found herself blushing again, and somehow smiling too. The way this man complimented her gave her a rush. Somehow the fact that she knew exactly how dirty his mind was made those compliments all the more pure and even more earnest. They made her feel good, like the grown woman that she knew that she was. Her eyes found their way to the plastic vibrator again, and then to the button on the side of the device. There were two main parts to it: the shaft and a little protrusion. For a moment, Marigold couldn't figure out what the protrusion was for, but as she turned it around in her hands she realized exactly what that little arm-thing would be touching if the shaft were... inside her. She blushed again, as if that were somehow more embarrassing than having naked pictures taken by the pervert locked in this room with her. "Okay," she said with a little smile. The thing was interesting.

She pushed the button with her thumb and the thing buzzed to life. She had expected a quiet purr, like a cell phone. But instead, the vibrator thundered to life, actually shaking in her hand. It reminded Marigold of the old laundry machine in the basement of her parents' home when she was a child. It had made such a noise and pounded against the floor over and over again for hours. And now something of that strength was contained in Mari's hands, in this little rod intended to be placed... down there. Mari blushed, not just out of embarrassment but out of a strange excitement.

There was another flash, and Marigold smiled.

She had to hold it with both hands to 'contain' the vibrations, or maybe she just held it that way just for her own peace of mind. Once she had a confident hold on it it slowly drifted down her body, toward her legs.

"That's right," Horny Harry said. Mari didn't want to look at him right now. She focused instead on the thing in her hands, the thrumming in her body, and the warm, pleasant light of the camera's flash.

She was leaning back, staring down her own body. Her bust covered most of her view, but she could see the haphazard way she had splayed out her legs, and she knew how close the vibrator was to her privates. She held it there for a second, a happy little smile on her face. It was so strange. Even from a half an inch away, she could feel the vibrations of the toy, and she could feel its shaking in her elbows.

Then she touched it to her clitoris.

A sudden bolt of pleasure jolted through her body. It was like she'd been hit by a car, but instead of being left with broken bones, she had been left with a pleasant feeling all over her skin. She wrenched the toy away again after only a brief touch, but it couldn't stay away for long. She considered dropping it then and there, grabbing up her clothes, and walking out of the room. But that feeling had been intoxicating, like those rare glasses of wine she had shared with her pastor. Marigold wanted to feel that again.

She pushed the vibrator between her legs again, and the pleasure rolled over her, causing her to throw her head back. "Ohhh," she groaned, unable to keep her eyes open. "Oh, yes." The camera flashed. She smiled. She used one hand to keep the vibrator between her legs, and used the other to start groping her own chest. Despite the years of shame she had felt over her enormous breasts, touching them while she did this just felt right-- in a wrong way. It was wrong, and it was naughty, and that made her feel good.

"Oh, yes! Yes!" Marigold said over and over, each time gaining speed and volume. It felt as though hot water was rushing over her, but inside her body. "Yes!" she squealed.

The camera flashed again. "Fucking fantastic," Harry said. "You look angelic." He smiled. This collection of photos would make him hundreds of dollars, down the road, but for now he found himself close to an orgasm of his own just watching it. "Alright, dear. How about you..."