"Close your eyes and turn your head away..." Betty said, a blush tinting her cheeks as she watched Michael's reaction.
Michael didn't respond verbally; he simply complied, closing his eyes and turning his head as instructed.
With Michael's gaze averted, Betty slipped two fingers into the cleavage of her tightly squeezed breasts and quickly pulled something out.
Despite the room being lit, I couldn't see what it was, but I noticed a shadow.
"Could it be that?" I thought to myself, deciding not to dwell on it.
If it really was that, Betty would surely reveal it soon enough.
"Let's continue..." Betty whispered after swiftly retrieving the item from her cleavage and placing it under her pillow.
When Betty spoke, Michael opened his eyes and turned back, his face filled with confusion.
He hadn't seen what she did, but he heard and felt her quick movements.
Seizing the moment, his desire still peaking, Michael continued with his task.