Fortunately, the rest of the flight was fairly uneventful. I needed the time to get my senses under control. I waited until everybody else had moved off the plane before I started to disembark. Slowly I made my way to the exit to be greeted by a well-dressed chauffer holding a card with my name on it. He introduced himself and was clearly happy to have me as a client that day. He could not take his eyes off me. At least he kept his distance and chatted pleasantly, informing me that we only had a short drive to my hotel.

The walk to the car was excruciating. Every step was agony. Those fucking balls are insidious. At first you hardly notice them, and you think they're overhyped rubbish. Then they start to make their presence felt, especially the one on the outside. The inner ball starts clattering against the outer one, and it hits against your lips, and it starts to feel quite freaky. Then you become more conscious of the one inside you too, and you're not sure whether what you're feeling is real, or if you're just imagining it. But it's academic because whether they're real or not you think you're feeling them, and the more you think about it the stronger they get. Eventually, all you can think about are the sensations building up in your vagina. And what is worse - much, much, much worse - is that all the time you're debating this, gravity is threatening to expel them, so you have to keep contracting your muscles. And that inevitably adds to the sensation. I staggered to the car, forcing myself to keep the balls in place. This seemed to add to the stimulation, so I would relax, and they would start to fall out. I had to keep stopping, pressing my thighs together like you do when you need a piss, and try to use my vaginal muscles to manoeuvre them back up again. I'm not sure that actually had any effect, but nonetheless I felt compelled to do it.

At one point I was convinced they were dropping, and I actually stopped and crouched down on my haunches. Again, I tried to ripple my muscles to pull them back, but it made no difference. I looked around furtively and didn't see anyone close by so I quickly pressed my hand up my skirt to poke the second ball back into place.

And the fucking thing already