They arrived at my house, resplendent in their cotton dresses, adamant that I was to be punished for my heinous act. The softness of her mouth on my own and the pungent taste of my juices on her gorgeous face lit fires of desire that I'd never felt before. Then he pushed her inside, pushed her until she hit a table and fell down. 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. The powerful Shemales pummeled my flesh and felt exquisite. You could never tell whether they had pants on or not because the cotton kept their secret. The only sound was the smooth strokes of her arms cutting through the water. There was never any doubt in my mind that it had been worth it. She sighed, beginning to feel relaxed. I took the bus to within blocks of my home and walked the remainder of the way.