It was the first time I'd ever been with another woman. It was not like the tip of the vibrator that, under his tutolage, she had begun to use upon herself. She wore no brassiere. Her knees brushed the side of the bed and she found herself directed, like some puppet, until she was kneeling on the bed, facing it's foot, her hands still bound behind her, her eyes still robbed of sight, her nipples now throbbing madly with each beat of blood through the sensitive tissures, and the four trecherous monsters vibrating inside her. She stood primesexchat in the mirror for a few minutes, looking at herself. She seemed relaxed, almost serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. They were vibrators. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. He dragged her by one arm to the bed and tossed her down on it. She began to drift, focusing on the sensations, until she felt his palm against her chin, gently raising her bowed head. |