It was nine in the evening when Christine put on a trench coat and left her bedroom. Just a few steps out, and the dildo inside her began to move, making her wet.
The thong Adrian had given her was special. A small pearl hung from a silk thread, perfectly positioned to press against her clit. With each step, the cold pearl rubbed against her, and worse, it pushed the dildo deeper inside her.
Christine wore a Bluetooth headset, as Adrian had asked her to keep the call open on speakerphone during her way to the office.
Adrain didn't speak, so all Christine could hear was her own heartbeat and the static from the earpiece. It sounded like Adrian was in a car, with the noise of traffic in the background.