I took the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the way. I knew it was inevitable, and I thought I was prepared for it. Her tits were like fresh, golden dinner rolls swelling over the top of the soft material. Slipping out the door, she heard the automatic lock click when she shut it. I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. 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. Gisele's hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow. Four of them. Her lips were almost full.