I tried to move, but the ties, soft as they were, stopped me. I was held, helpless as the hands begin their downward quest again. This time they tende...ly stroked over the bra and across my breasts. I started as they do so, but the smooth soft rhythm just carries on. No words are spoken. I started to protest, but one of the hands covered my mouth - gently, but I was aware of an inner strength. The hand is removed, but only to continue the massage. I could feel my nipples arousing as the hands. Let me show you to the shower and get you some fresh towels.” He led her up the stairs to the master suite.Paisley ran her hand along the mahogany bannister. The interior was rich, but not ostentatious. Tom did say his wife was an interior designer. She was obviously talented. They entered the suite and made their way to the spacious bathroom. Tom stopped in front of a cavernous walk-in shower.Tom stepped out and then returned in a few minutes with a stack of fluffy, white towels. Paisley had. Spending a whole day together in bed was a luxury they had never experienced. Oh god, a whole day of fucking Inky! Laura thought. I'll die of joy. I hate Kendra for trying to spoil it.But Kendra had come close. Laura still felt a sour, hard bubble of shame inside her. This lovely black schoolgirl belonged in class, not here in the apartment of some closet lesbian pervert who was about to enjoy the young thing's beautiful adolescent body all day. I feel like pure scum, Laura realized. How can I. ..still wearing the white teddy with the thin spaghetti straps.Suddenly Brad appeared in the doorway of the bedroom. He was still wearing only that pajama bottom, his muscled chest so tanned and inviting. He carried a cup of steaming coffee in his right hand. He came toward me and sat on the edge of the bed."Good morning, Lori. Sleep well?"I tried to respond, but only managed a mumble from my mouth. My jaws ached from being pried open all night."Yes I'm sure you'd like the gag out. I bet it's.