He tapped her shoulder. Biting her lip softly to fight the chatter of her teeth, she grabbed a to small towel from the shelf over the toilet in the bathroom, then her red vynyl bag off of the table top containing her key and other items stowed in there for every occasion that may arise. I knew it was inevitable, and I thought I was prepared for it. Tears of pain started in her lemon eyes. 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. And her instinct told her that is was his cock. He took one cinnamon hand in both of Bondage. I came so often I lost count. He bit her tongue and lips, licked at the blood like an animal. I was glad for the churning water to camouflage my own wetness.