Then, balancing herself with great efforton her radically splayed feet, she reached up for the dangling handcuffs,which she was just able to grasp. Sh... had to stretch to do it, and it tookher several tries, but she finally managed to secure the cuffs tightly aroundher wrists, her right hand clicking the steel band around her left wrist,and vice versa. Now she stood there, in a kind of inverted Y, her whole bodytaut and straining, completely unable to move, her limbs already aching,her full. I was halfway into the bathroom when he said to me, "Leave it open." His voiced matched the one that rang in my head, when I saw him in the shower. He hadn't spoken in the shower, but I heard that voice in my head."No," I whispered."Yes leave it open for me, after all fair is fair." It was quiet, almost a whisper but it was also delivered in a strong calm voice. I nodded then hurried into the bathroom. I left the door open.I could feel him watching me as I undressed. I was down to my panties. If you work at that, consummately, you get better: feeling leading to nudging.Maybe you've even tasted it. Maybe you were that teenager who bickered endlessly with her parents, savoring every drop of their misery. Or maybe you were in the relationship that existed only to feed itself into ever tighter circles of provocation and madness. If so, you've caught a taste of this power, in the same way perhaps that vomiting is catching a taste of delicacy. I haven't noticed how far beyond such. The former Seattle girl had maintained her gentle grip to the back of Cat’s head and used the leverage advantage to softly encourage her to continue her tongue play.While Cat gave into Sam’s wish, she let her fingertips of her left hand dance up the blonde’s side until she palmed around Sam’s right busty flesh through the thin red tank top, holding it steady while she stuck out her tongue started licking around the center of her clothes covered breast, attempting to tease the nipple into.