And when, a few moments later, the hand pressed on the other thigh and parted her still more, and she felt the other rope being tied around her leg, she realized that she was being genly splayed. I know. Royalty, they said. Her knees brushed the side of the bed and she found herself directed, like some puppet, until she was kneeling on the Live Free Jasmin 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. Already defeated. Within seconds, a torrent of love juice flowed over my chin and down onto the bedspread. She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant. And then, she felt something brush her lips. A sudden shock rolled through her nipples when she felt them tug slightly, and somewhere she realized that he had reached up, ever so casually to pull on the chain. But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench.