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 took the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the way. Several times her hands brushed across my belly and breasts. Slipping out the door, she heard the automatic lock click when she shut it. 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. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. I took the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the way. 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 returned last spring, a Voyeur earlier than I was expected, and saw the real girl that she was at 18. I was glad for the churning water to camouflage my own wetness.