She struggled to relax herself, even as her sex clenched these invaders, causing them to roll slowly against each other inside her, brushing against those sensitive walls, so long untouched. She felt her body begin to sag, bending forward until her head was touching the carpeting before her, already conquored. The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all but disappeared. I was glad for the churning water to camouflage my own wetness. Each breath I took filled me with the musky aroma of her sex. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock. It was getting dark, and to my surprise the lights were on in the room. But now, to have her hovering so close and undressing me was making me tremble. 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. The cloth floated off forgotten, and her hand traced tantalizing trails below my navel getting ever closer until it played in soft curls.