Jennifer could hardly think as she slid her hand across the cold tile floor looking for anything to ease her pleasure full suffering. She could feel her hand working at a break neck pace on her soaked pussy trying to push her over the top but it wasn’t enough, she was beginning to get frustrated at it; why couldn’t coach Maison come in after the girls had finished her off.
Finally her fingers traced something and quickly moved back to grab it. As her hand grabbed at it she realized it was a shoe, and there seemed to be a foot in it as she couldn’t move it. With a dazed look on her face she looked towards the foot to see if her wish for relief had presented its self.