Shari answered Santi's question without ever speaking a word.  The woman's breathing deepened, but other than that she gave no sign whatsoever that this would be the first time for her to be in bed with another woman.  As well it might be, Santi thought vaguely as the woman began slipping her out of her skintight suit with gentleness and skill, like she'd done it before.  She'd said to Tim she wanted to get it on with a woman and him... that didn't mean she'd never bedded a woman or two in the past...<br/><br/>Once the suit was off and Santi was on the bed, Shari joined her there, slipping behind her to massage her upper body, especially her arms.  Shari's breasts, still contained by her bra, pressed to Santi's back, and with slow gentle movements she stroked the raven-haired woman's arms and neck.  Her hands also explored Santi's ribs, pressing against the flesh there --- Santi was slim, but by no means skinny enough for her ribs to stick up --- though for the time being Shari seemed to refrain from Santi's sizeable breasts.  Santi didn't mind it at all... too many of her clients, and even bed-friends, had been far too eager to go straight for the best goods, not showing any interest in the peripherals...<br/><br/>Shari seemed to have a keen interest in Santi's arms and hands, kissing and sucking at them, though her lips also nibbled along her neck.  Still, she hadn't let herself be distracted; Santi's arms were up over her head, stretched up over Shari's shoulders, and from one instant to the next the dark haired and nude woman went from having her hands free to having her wrists bound by the soft bindings Shari had shown her earlier.  Santi's pulse quickened even more, reacting to how impressed and aroused she was by the woman's expert skill and the fact that she now couldn't pull her arms apart.  She wasn't tied to the headboard, at least not yet, so she retained most of her ability to move, but even the inability to move her arms freely about was exciting in that distant-fear way she had begun to know quite well.  It still confused and amazed her... how every bit<span style="font-style: italic">less</span>of her ability to<span style="font-style: italic">decide</span>she had, the<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>she grew excited.  Somehow the fear that the one --- or in this case, ones --- with her could do terrible things to her, while she was bound and helpless, only served to arouse her more.<br/><br/>While Shari continued to stroke and suck at Santi's arms and neck, Santi exposing her throat in yet another gesture of trust and submission, Tim was working on her feet.  He'd begun rubbing his hands and face against her feet, particularly her soles and her toes.  It was like a cat, scent-marking her, or like her cute little piggies had become an object of worship.  His eyes were closed, reinforcing that impression.<br/><br/>Shari suddenly had Santi's head turned, and that set of luscious lips were meeting hers, her nose scrunching up just a trace and her nostrils flaring as though she were breathing Santi in somehow despite that she hadn't yet made any real sound.  Her face was excited now, contradicting her still-calm hand-gestures, proof that her self-control had limits.  Santi responded, eagerly, to the kiss, her mouth parting, her tongue offering itself for attention.  She wanted to reach for the woman's breasts, to stroke them and expose them, even from this angle, but her hands were tied of course, and that inability to choose excited her even more.<br/><br/>Tim was rubbing her feet even more now, even using a hot sponge soaked in some kind of salty-smelling fragrance.  He slid it over her feet several times, cleaning her off, and she found herself thinking this must be like the ultimate spa treatment... an erotic massage, being treated like a queen and given pleasure... though surely they wouldn't tie her for that, she thought with a breathless giggle.<br/><br/>Tim suckled at her toes one by one.  These piggies didn't go to market, she thought distantly, giggling again at the thought and the sensations; they all went into his mouth.  She moaned now, letting them know she was enjoying their minstrations, and she wondered if they didn't each have their own fetish... Tim surely had a foot fetish, she thought as his tongue played over her toes, while Shari seemed to most enjoy her hands and arms, and her neck...<br/><br/>She moaned softly, letting herself relax, letting them play with her body.  This was turning into a hell of a lot more fun than her usual clients did...