Gerlinde roamed her hands over the bound body.  Knowing that body was bound brought all the more salt and savor to the taste of the organ pulsing deep in the chamber of her mouth.  It made her veins sing at a higher key.  She imagined herself some bold conductor, playing Lisle's flesh like an instrument - some symphony devoted to her helplessness and lust.<br/><br/>The thought brought a grin to the pucker of her velvety lips as they kneaded, massaging the base of Lisle's clitoris.  The tip, troubled by the fierce rolling rumble of the vibrator, licked the opening to Lisle's throat.  Somehow, that anxious, puffy nub's touching made her breath even.  It made her hands wander slower over Lisle's breasts and tummy.<br/><br/>Then she pulled herself up.  "Tell me some things.  Tell me how I might use you."<br/><br/>Then down she went again, to where the rumbling egg turned Lisle's vagina in a shuddering, throbbing, swollen thing, and where the clitoris towered like a wet, weeping clot of wax.  Gerlinde was lusty for it.  She devoured it.  Her tongue lashed and flickered on the meatiness, and the taste of pussy flooded her senses.<br/><br/>What a taste - what a scent - Gerlinde thought.  How had she not noticed it; appreciated it and studied it like the magical lure it was?  It was as rich as the pages of a book and as essential as the smells of morning.  It had gradations like blown glass, notes like wine, an intoxication, sublime.   Gerlinde wriggled her nose against Lisle's tummy playfully; rubbed her lips on the hairs.<br/><br/>Her leather tunic's sleeves rubbed the tensing insides of Lisle's thighs as she stroked her.  Then one hand dipped, picked up a syringe.<br/><br/>Gerlinde played the needle over Lisle's hand.  She was enjoying this tease; this totality of owning someone so alluring - so many alluring, beautiful qualities.  She could do anything.<br/><br/>She sucked harder, leaning her chin in to press its snowy crest against the seam of Lisle's stuffed and shuddering slit.  She played with teeth and tongue with light scraping.  She stared and listened, and waited for the storm to come to those green eyes.