Nah. It was herself, after all, thrashing around on that bed. That outfit looked really uncomfortable; Jon's face (her face really, but Jon was behind it) was all red and sweaty, presumably because of the heat buildup, and as for all the straps and restraints... brrr. She wouldn't want to be tied up like that, unable to do much more than wriggle like Jon was doing in her place. But she had heard stories about what boys liked, and after all this was what Jon seemed to want... she looked down at the stone again and smiled. No need to wonder any longer, hey?
Helpless in the fetish outfit and its restraints, Jon was heading for another double-dildo orgasm and missed hearing Karyn's next wish. He had more important things on what little was left of his mind right then but as the fire-haze faded and his breathing slowed down to something like normal within the limitations of his corsetted waist, he saw...
