Karyn was finished with Jon's mouth. It was Jon's mouth that had started this whole mess. It was Jon's mouth that made it worse. And it was Jon's mouth that was making her feel... so off-balance now. And to make it worse, Jon's mouth also happened to be a part of her body, a part over which she seemed to have little to no control.
She would remedy that. "I wish that Jon wouldn't talk or make any kind of sound unless I want him to!"
Suddenly, to Jon's perspective, his ability to speak had just been robbed from him. He couldn't move his mouth, and he couldn't make the sounds that his mouth had been forming into words. Or rather, he knew he was still able, he just couldn't seem to bring himself to do it. He knew what had happened; he was now truly a part of Karyn's body, and was now subject to her will. He could only do what she wanted, when she wanted.
Although, the fingers in his mouth, caressing his body, were making him smile, and his mouth was watering quite profusely.
To Karyn's perspective the unwelcome feeling of having her crotch continuously spasming beyond her control finally left her, and she was left essentially alone in the room.
Embarrassed, she dressed quickly. Oh, she wanted, oh so wanted to do something else entirely, but this wasn't her room!
Jon didn't know, exactly, what Karyn was doing, but he did know that he was being wrapped up; where Karyn's bra had been like a bandanna had been put over his eyes, and her panties had been like another bandanna over his mouth, her putting a shirt and pants on was like wrapping his head in a towel; a very soft, form-fitting towel, but a towel nonetheless.
Once Karyn was all dressed, she still wasn't comfortable. For some reason, she really, really didn't want to walk the streets in her condition. But she also really, really wanted to get home.
Then she realized, 'The stone!'
