It was getting dark, and to my surprise the lights were on in the room. I'm a girl, she said. Buried in the coarse hair of her pubis my nose nudged the turgid stem of her clitoris causing her to mewl like a kitten. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. She bent forward to let my hand invade the top but balked when I tried to undo the buttons. Her hand pulled on the white gate, the padlocked clanked against it. He had on a pair of white cutoffs, with an incredibly big bulge behind the zipper. In the deepest part, treading the water to stay afloat. 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. Several times her hands brushed across my belly and breasts.