The relentless teasing had left Bridget momentarily speechless, too focused on enduring the sweet kisses of this voluptuous young thing on her lap and searching for the knot in her shackles. Two distinct nubs had arisen from the soft fabric of her dress, and every soft caress from Kinnley seemed to bring her mistress acute embarrassment. She was loosing this battle, not merely because the shadows were stronger than her or Kinnley's hands so skilled, but because of the virile specimen of youth which was currently dominating her! So contested was she her attention, that she didn't notice Kinnley's fangs until they were already buried in her throat. A gasp of fear escaped her, muscles on her neck visibly straining for a moment before quite suddenly the girl began to relax in Kinnley's arms.<br/><br/><strong>"Nnn..."</strong>A soft noise escaped Bridget, as her eyes slowly closed,<strong> "Ooh, this feels... so..."</strong>Her head fell back, teeth sinking into her soft lower lip going silent. Now, Kinnley could feel it; a soft but undoubted squirming beneath her as the mistress reveled in the queer but exhilarating feeling of a vampires bite.