They didn’t sag at all. I was impressed. Her nipples were as incredible as her tits. They stood out like two dark red cherries ready to be sucked an... eaten. I could feel my cock ripping at my pants as I stared at her. Instinctively my mouth went straight to her nipples, gently kissing each one. She pulled my head against her. I heard her moan. My lips parted and I let each nipple slide slowly between them. They felt so hard, yet so smooth and warm. I sucked them like a hungry puppy feeding for. Melanie knew there was little chance of anyone helping her out here, but she had to try, so she screamed again, this time at the top of her lungs." Shut the fuck up, Bitch!" The tattooed man kicked her in the side of the stomach so hard it knocked the breath out of her." This'll keep her quiet," and the dark haired one stuffed a rag into her mouth.They tied a rope around each wrist and fastened them to a tree so that her arms were stretched outward above her head. By now, Melanie was overcome. " I continued to alternate massage strokes across Marcy's body and focusing on her genital labia. I soon was tugging and massaging her nymphae or inner labia so my thumbs or fingers were right at the opening to her vagina. Not only was she shiny with oil from my hands, but a little white, creamy dribble was visible from her vagina. The labial massage was having it's intended affect: kickstarting sexual sensations and increasing blood flow and other fluids to parts of Marcy's body. Marcy's hips. It washes over your body, almost seeming to touch you physically through your robe, as though it is the thing that is real, and the robe some supernatural figment. He steps forward, and as your face follows him, looking up at him, his hand reaches out to you, and touches your cheek. There's no doubt now that the light is coming from him. Where his hand caresses you, the feeling you get from the light seems to flow directly into you. It burns without pain, blossoming across your face and down.