Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. Deep inside, she laughed. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. 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. She found a bath pillow and slipped it behind my head while I sank deeper into the comforting bubbles. They arrived at my house, resplendent in their cotton dresses, adamant that I was to be punished for my heinous act. And then, startlingly, came a second. Unable to wait, my mutinous thighs parted prematurely. She was very wet and the rim of her vulva glistened generously with her lubricant.