Her eyes were a clear, clever yellow. But before she could adjust to this, she felt something pressing against the lips of her sex. She wanted to cum now, more than she had ever desired anything in her life. When it came time to reciprocate I totally beguiled by her body. 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 stood, trembling on her feet. And then felt his fingertips on the knots gathered at her waist, carefully untangling them. And a third. The softness of her flower bloomed against the pressure of my tongue and I stretched in as far as I could reach. The water was cold despite the heat outside.