The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach. She sighed, beginning to feel relaxed. Between her thighs the hair was matted, wet from her secretions and my own saliva. A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. She was only vaguely aware that something was occuring on her thigh, just above her knee, when she felt his hand pressing against the inner surface, forcing it to slide apart, widdening her. The chlorine in the pool was really strong. Soft clingy dresses that molded around the thighs when they walked and swished with the movement of their hips. 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. She ignored them. Slipping out the door, she heard the automatic lock click when she shut it.