7 LONG HOURS OF TORTUROUS WAITING LATER.

I’m sitting in my chair, but I might as well be sitting on a bed of hot coals.

Every time I breathe, the diamonds shift.

Every time I lean forward to reach for a jar of face cream, that string of stones between my legs ride across my clit.

I’m so aroused I’m almost thrusting my hips back and forth in the seat, just to keep the friction going.

My skin feels like it’s on fire, and the sweat is making the chain slippery against my body.

If it wasn't for the diamonds holding my nipples down, they would be sticking out right...