Back Row Games with Jessie

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Jessie and I sat in the back row of the theater. I told her to focus on the screen. She nodded, tense. I pulled out the remote for the vibrator I’d made her wear and whispered, “Stay quiet.” I pressed the button, and Jessie gasped. A guy two rows ahead shushed us. I pulsed it again. Jessie gripped the armrests, struggling to stay silent. I told her to count to ten quietly or we’d restart. At six, she let out a soft moan. I whispered, “Naughty,” and stopped the toy. The guy glared, muttering about weirdos. I pinched Jessie’s side, saying she failed. Another pulse, and she squeaked. A woman glanced back. The guy snapped, “Take it elsewhere!” I grabbed Jessie’s hand, and we left. In the car, I said she was too loud and would pay. She blushed, saying, “I tried, Sir.” Later, I learned the theater had night-vision cameras.

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