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. No-one asks anything of La Princesa, he replied, smiling. He laughed, bitter and short. Exhausted, she tumbled beside me on the bed. In spite of my predicament, my eyes wandered to her bosom. I'm sorry. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. The scene on the bed made my heart stop and my cock stiffen. 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. Yet I felt no shards of guilt ripping at my conscience and no reluctance to spread my legs for her touch. |