It was hard to suppress a chuckle at their behaviour, when they believed they were alone. She was also getting aroused, the yearning that had built slowly that day starting to burn. She savoured it, and let them play in blissful ignorance for a moment longer, then pulled two black leather leashes from somewhere at her hip.<br/><br/>Stepping into the cubicle, not under the water, she surprised them and clipped a leash to each collar.<br/><br/>"Starting without me?" She smirked and yanked them along, up the stairs, and then shoved them both backwards onto the bed, not caring that they were soaking wet. Her expression was both predatory and loving, seeing her two pets splayed out on her bed like that, wet, aroused, embarrassed at being caught, a leash extending from her hand to their pretty little necks... she could not have been more aroused.<br/><br/>