When I left for college, I kissed my sweet innocent little sister good-bye. 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. She sighed, beginning to feel relaxed. She stood, trembling on her feet. Her breasts hung invitingly near my face as she knelt above me and I sucked each one into my mouth, laving the nipples with my tongue until she moaned her appreciation. In spite of my predicament, my eyes wandered to her bosom. But before she could adjust to this, she felt something pressing against the lips of her sex. Without mercy, she teased me, holding back what I wanted so badly while I lay there like a slut offering everything. I was glad for the churning water to camouflage my own wetness. She found a bath pillow and slipped it behind my head while I sank deeper into the comforting bubbles.