I so badly wanted to do it.I couldn't.I got off the bed and silently dressed. A lone tear ran down my face.I undid the cuffs."Close your eyes and keep...them closed," I whispered. "Okay?"Michelle nodded.I took off the sleep mask. I put everything in my backpack and I vanished.I walked home conflicted. I wanted to fuck Michelle. I so wanted to do her but when it came right down to it I couldn't. I knew I would enjoy it. It was sex. It would be good but I couldn't just fuck her against her will.I. Lust, Ellen thought. What she felt was pure lust.Inside the shower, the curtain closed, the water cascading over them, Ellen briefly kissed Sarah's cheek and then started soaping her back. After a few moments, she stroked with more pressure, scrubbing Sarah's back firmly from her shoulders down to the tops of her buttocks. She wanted to fondle Sarah's ass, but thought it was too soon. She did not want the shower to end. "Turn around," Ellen said. "I'll wash your front too.” Sarah turned to face. I nudged her knees a little farther apart as I stood behind her and pressed into her. She grunted a little bit, but actually pushed back at me, impaling herself. I screwed her slowly at first. She just rested her head on the back of the couch and let me have my way with her. As I neared a climax, she sensed it and started mooing and telling me to go faster and harder, "Harder, much harder," she gasped as I unloaded myself into her. She jerked and grunted again; I was hoping she'd made it. I. When I came again it was even harder than the first time. It felt like my whole body was cumming, my toes stretched, my head rang and every inch of my skin tingled against Sarah's as we both enjoyed being Jamie's filthy little sluts. Then I found the tie around Sarah’s wrists and pulled her loose from the table, knowing that by now she was beyond all resistance, far too turned on to be thinking clearly. She immediately put her still-bound hands on my breasts and began to knead them, holding on.