"Oh, I don't think that will be necessary."  Anne begins to rise.  "The untying that is."  She places her legs on otherside and above Gwenevire's shoulders and slowly lowers her wet, aroused, shaven pussy towards the other woman's face, letting her smell and sense it rather than pushing it into her.  Anne holds on to the top of the headboard to steady herself, making Gweneviere raise her head if she wants a taste.