All further thoughts of protest fell to the wayside and it felt so natural to open her legs wide to allow Claire access to her dripping wet pussy. "Aa...aaaahhhhhhhh," she moaned loudly as Claire's tongue probed deep inside of her open folds and she could feel Claire licking around and around her clit then plunging her tongue in licking up all of her sweet juices as it delved inside like a small animal seeking nourishment. Suddenly, as the wave of her orgasm subsided, she felt another set of hands. I do recall afterward thinking howpathetic I must have looked, taking tiny steps on account of the chainbetween my ankles, and trying to pull the panties up. A task made allthe more difficult with my wrists chained. And thinking about it, thosepanties might have been all lacy and feminine but, at the time, theyfelt so comforting. At the very least they hid some of the redness of mybuttocks, even if it did sting pulling them up over my abused rear.Once in the kitchen, I tried to clean my face up. She had no desire to see how nasty his temper could become if provoked. He smiled faintly. ‘That’s a good girl.’ This time she allowed him to guide her to the building, and she saw that it was indeed a house. A cabin, to be specific. He helped her up the steps of the porch, mindful to keep her from stumbling in the dark, then led her inside the dimly lit cabin. Together, they walked past a sparsely furnished living room, a tiny kitchen, and a couple of closed doors. He took her to the far room. Then I started to pull her skirt up slowly to the waist. Then I placed my hand on her bare thigh and started feeling her. Till this time there was no sigh of reaction. Then I got the courage I put my hand in her panty. she moved a bit then slept again. I slowly started touching her private area. No reaction from her. Then I tried to insert my middle finger into her vagina, but it was tight and I felt that she too is applying some pressure too so that I may not insert the finger.But at last, I.