<div class="floatleft">(http://i1110.photobucket.com/albums/h455/juanitasub/1253365694535.jpg)</div>Jasmine had let out a loud  gasp when the woman hinted that she would love to hook Jasmine up to a milking machine. Jasmine knew what those were like, as her family had them on their family farm, and the thought of one of those machines attached to her large breasts drew a look of horror to her face.<br/><br/>When the woman told the man to go get washed up Jasmine was momentarily relieved. She had seen the large bulge in his pants and knew that he was quite aroused. Hopefully the shower he was planning to take would be a cold one! Unfortunately, knew the sight of two women here showing a lot of skin would soon arouse him again. This might be her big chance to escape while he was gone for a while.<br/><br/>There was just one problem, Jasmine wrists and ankles were still wrapped in tape and secured to the bed. So all she could manage to do is lift her head up to watch as the woman walked slowly over to the bed. Jasmine could see the way she was looking her over, enjoying watch her squirm on the bed. It was like she was a cat, and Jasmine was her prey, a helpless mouse.<br/><br/>She even moved cat-like as she got up on the bed and crawled towards Jasmine. Jasmine watched silently as she moved above her, her breasts swaying side to side, until she was directly above her. Jasmine tried to push herself into the bed as the woman lowered herself. She could feel their breasts touching. Jasmine trembled in fear as the woman just looked at her. Then she pushed her leg between Jasmine's. It caused her dress to inch up even higher than it already had from her wiggling on the bed. Her dress just barely covered her black lacy panties now.<br/><br/>When the woman spoke to the man about needing some "girl time" alone with Jasmine, she gasped loudly and replied, "Noooo...I can't....I never done anything....". That was when the women spit on her forehead, the saliva slowly flowing into her hair. Jasmine was speechless now, and probably appeared to her much like a trapped mouse did to a cat. Jasmine closed her eyes afraid to watch her now.