Videos of them. Four of them. La Princesa. Yet, it felt so strange. It was only momentary, but enough to bring a soft smile to Gisele's lips as Videos realized my inexperience. He walked the three steps to the pale table she sat on. I nuzzled her, pressing my nose to the cup of her fragrance and she lowered her belly to cover my mouth. She wore no brassiere. 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.