Tied wrists

“Thanks.” One twin said. “That was good.”
“And you have lovely nipples to suck.” The other said.
“We’d love to join you…” The first said.
“But we have to leave.” Her sister finished.
They said their good-byes, and continued to the room. Jennifer was
feeling very hot now, her hips swaying sensuously with each step. She was
massaging the cum into her right nipple when they entered the room. Inside
was a small room with all sorts of restraining equipment. Kate and Carrie
put the leather wristlets on Jennifer and then on her ankles. Kate reclined
on her back, and Jennifer knelt over her. Carrie tied Jennifer’s ankles to
a pair of rings set into the floor for the purpose. Then, using a chain
that hung from the ceiling, she hoisted Jennifer’s bound wrists high over
her head. Jennifer was strung out, leaning forward slightly, looking down
at Kate’s reddish bush. Carrie put wristlets on Kate, then tied her wrists
together behind Jennifer’s back. She looked them over, and Jennifer was
moaning from Kate’s tongue caressing her sopped snatch. Something was
missing.