Gisele sat on the edge of the tub rubbing my neck with her talented fingers until I could feel the tension ease down my arms and dissipate into the hot swirling water. 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 stared at him, irises lengthening. Her hand slid up the inside of my thigh and cupped my sex with our new found familiarity. The washcloth lining her palm felt wonderful cupping my breasts and pulling gently at the stiff points. Deep inside, she laughed. And then, startlingly, came a second. He walked the three steps to the pale table she sat on. He led the way and they went to his home together, never touching until they reached his bedroom. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth.