A single desperation. There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. I was glad for the churning water to camouflage my own wetness. She moaned, bathed in the sensation and then she felt the rope giving way, falling loose and carefully peeled, now soggy with her lust, from around her chit and out from between her labia. Her breathing was ragged now, her lips hung slightly open to suck in what air they could to help her ride this wondrous new sensations along the shoals of utter madness. Then she felt the tugging on her nipples as he gently stretched the chain and she gasped, while at the same instant the phallus slid fully into her and brushed the back of her throat, remaining but an instant, before gently withdrawing, pulling back from her entirely, slipping from between her lips and it was gone. She was La Princesa, shaped only for destruction. 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. I planned to surprise my parents and my sister, so I didn't enter the front door but made my way around to the back to attempt to get in through my bedroom window. She pulled a pin out of her hair and opened the lock.