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. Come home with me. The ache had been coming from a muscle in my lower back and she worked it relentlessly with her soothing thumbs until the knot all but disappeared. She felt her body begin to sag, bending forward until her head was touching the carpeting before her, already conquored. And a third. 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. The only sound was the smooth strokes of her arms cutting through the water. She donned the bottoms of her bikini. This attack, this assault on her senses had truly reduced her to an animal with only a single need, a single hunger. We had frequently seen each other naked whenever we changed or showered at the club.