I feel a large, warm hand on my breast, another on my thigh. They donÂ?t belong to the same person. My ass squirms against the bed and my limbs pull against the ropes attached to my limbs. But they were tied too tight for me to escape. Gods, I donÂ?t care what you do as long as you keep doing it. The hand on my thigh moves up to my stomach. I pray for my sight back for a moment, but then I relent when I think that maybe itÂ?s better this way, not being sure which one of you is doing what to my body. I sob when a strong finger pushes against my clit while another holds my mouth open. Yes, thank you. Please. More. IÂ? thank you. IÂ? need you......

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