Before she had fully comprehended what Gretchen was doing, she found herself on her back on the massage table, and Gretchen had both of her arms strap...ped down. A moment later, both of Nina's legs were strapped down, and spread widely.As she finally realized what had happened, Nina cried out, "Gretchen, what are you doing, let me up, just let me go home ... I want to go home ... don't let those other women near me."Gretchen moved to Nina's head, and moved her hair off her face. She looked into. Less bed, more body. Now it’s pretty much only her in the shot.She is still rubbing her pussy and alternating to her tits every so often. She licks her fingers and moans like the taste is heavenly, I’m sure it is.She is still rubbing. She starts dipping her fingers in her honey-pot to keep them wet. She’s really going to town on it now. Continuously rubbing her tits with her other hand and going in and out of her pussy with her other. She starts concentrating the efforts on her clit. Rubbing it. She felt her body desert the water and she felt the blur of soft warm summer air swirling around her before she felt the soft springy grass against her back. His lips left hers to kiss her cheek, her eyelids her forehead and the sensitive line of her jaw, and all the while she stroked his damp hair, her moans pushing him on. She hissed with pleasure when he pulled her dark nipple into his mouth, the sensations shooting straight to her centre. He paid her breasts a lot of attention, kissing the. She thought. Nothing could feel better, she told herself even though she knew that this was a lie. She thought of the last time she and Edward made love before their lives were turned upside down. He would always know how to push her to the edge. As soon as they were alone, he would hold her tightly from behind, pressing his hard erection against her behind. At first Annabel would protest, but his warm breath on her neck made her quiver with anticipation. She imagined how he would reach down.