Gisele's hands supported my head between her thighs, possessively urging even closer communion between my face and her furrow. Her senses were alert to another prescense. But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench. Deep inside, she laughed. Yet, it felt so strange. And then, with a mind-destroying suddenness, they leap to life inside her, trembling madly. A sudden shock rolled through her nipples when she felt them tug slightly, and somewhere she realized that he had reached up, ever so casually to pull on the chain. 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. And as it pressed against her sex, widening it and finally slipping inside her, she realized that is was a sphere of some kind. Panties they said.