She felt the sensation of the urethra twitching, the feeling of the liquid wanting to escape with every press of his finger. It was a sensation of total vulnerability, a loss of the last shred of control she possessed over her own body.
"This is beyond... it's beyond anything!" she sobbed, her face buried in the crook of his neck to hide her burning shame. "To be held like this... to be played with like this... while I'm about to... to..."
She couldn't even say the word. The thought of him massaging her so intimately, forcing her body to react while she was on the verge of wetting herself in the middle of a public alley, was a level of degradation she hadn't thought possible.
"How can he be so cruel?" her mind wailed, even as her body betrayed her by leaning into his touch. "How can he know that this exact pressure is what will make me break?"
"He's not just stripping my clothes; he's stripping my very soul."
