Her lips were almost full. Something strange. His stiff cock curved slightly, and as her hands pumped up and down its thick length, drops of slippery fluid coated the mushroom head. A groan of approval tore from her lips as I penetrated her behind pushing my slippery finger right in to the last knuckle. The water was cold despite the heat outside. Her senses were alert to another prescense. He tapped her shoulder. Thoughtlessly, her mouth opened, a simple surrender, and she felt the hot pillar of his most private flesh pass between her lips and stroke slowly against her tongue, moving into her accepting mouth, filling her there as well. 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. The feel of her firm young boobs was wonderful and the dress, stretched tight across the back of my hand, a sensory bonus.