Sandra Has Her Own Masturbation Habits.

"Once a week? With all that sexual tension in meantime?" Sandra shook her head, eyes trained square between Paige's legs. "I'd be basically a volcano if I had to deal with that."

"Really?" I raised an eyebrow. In bed, me and Sandra had always played off each other well. She thrashes around like a tigress, and can be quite loud. But, I'd never exactly got much indication that she had any deeper kinks. "You know, I don't think I've ever asked you this. But, do you masturbate?"

Sandra smirked widely. I caught her and Paige make eye contact briefly.

"Every night before bed." She looked back at me, batting her eye lashes like a school girl who'd just been caught doing something naughty. "Ever since I was fifteen, actually. I have a little pink hitachi at home whose probably more my boyfriend then you are."

"The Hitachi brand doesn't make small pink wands." Paige chimed in quietly.

"Sounds like you have the same kind of problem as Paige, huh?" I said. Sandra chewed over her response carefully.

Paige was still kneeling still. The lock on the front of her belt hung in front, like a sinister bow tie. The belt was designed with a guard that could be locked in, but it had holes in appropriate places for bathroom use. Long term wear still required a weekly cleaning, but with a steel build like that, it could hold Paige's pussy for years with only minimal need for maintenance. And while it was on, it was worse then not being able to touch. The heavy duty and the cupping internal support system meant that grinding against a wall, or even a vibrator on full blast would only have a minimal effect. Enough to tease Paige just a tiny scrap, keep her wanting a more that she couldn't ever have.

"Yeah, maybe a little bit." Sandra admitted.

"I didn't come here to talk to you though." She walked over to me and gave me a playful shove on the shoulder. "Give the ladies a chance to talk."

Fair enough. I laughed at that, and take a step back, standing in the doorway of the room. The whole point of this morning was to see how the two would play off each other anyway. I admit, I got a bit into the conversation. What can I say? Sandra has that effect on me.

"Tell me the truth?" Sandra squatted slightly to speak to Paige more at a level. "Is wearing the belt so bad?"