With her wrists unbound Bella pulled the gag from her mouth, coughing a little and licking her parched lips.  A glare of defiance in her dark eyes as she rubbed her wrists, raw from her struggles against the ropes.<br/><br/>"I understand.. yeah,  I get the picture.  I'm not even remotely stupid." her words, angry, practically spit from her.<br/><br/>Turning her back on Lon, she removes the lace robe hanging it carefully on the sink, her panties and lacy stockings follow.  Where the shoes went was anyone's guess, somewhere in the living room or kitchen she presumed.  Not that she actually gave a damn at this point.<br/><br/>Setting the water temperature to an almost scalding level she steps into the shower intentionally ignoring her audience of one.  Turning her face into the spray she opens her lips quenching her thirst as she takes a leisurely shower washing the make up from the photo shoot from her face, washing and fingercombing her thick dark tresses before going on to her battered body.  Scrubbing herself till her skin almost ached, she tries to remove the feel of the men's bodies from hers, the dried cum on her thighs and mound coming off far easier.<br/><br/>Standing in the spray till the water begins to run cool, more as defiance than any real need to continue to wash, Bella turns finally turns off the water reaching for a towel, her back still turned to Lon.  Wrapping her body, then reaching for a second towel to turban her thick mane, she finally turns to face him,  her eyes glaring as she holds out her hands for the cuffs.