Jasmine walked closer, handed me the phone through the steam. I answered, voice steady despite Minne's mouth working me.
"Yeah, Eleanor?" I asked, guiding Minne deeper. "Are you okay?"
"I am, I am…" Her voice was shaky, like she'd been running. "Just… I needed to call someone."
Minne accidentally grazed me with her teeth—I winced slightly. Delilah noticed, smiled, and Minne immediately pulled back, whispering, "Sorry, Master…"
I smiled down at her, let her take me back in.
"What happened?" I asked Eleanor, holding back a moan as Delilah buried her nose against my balls, inhaling deep.
"Just…" Eleanor said. "I… uh, I have panic attack. Sometimes it just… well, comes and… not let me sleep. Um… talking with someone really helps."
"Oh…" I muttered. "Panic attack, huh?"
"Mm." She mumbled. "I couldn't breathe and… like… I could feel the air coming to my lungs but… it's like, not enough. It's hard to describe."
