"My wife<em>knows</em>that I'm doing this." she answers, low, breathy, as she finds the bound breast, squeezes, then begins to trail lower "I'm a lesbian, she's bisexual, and we both love each other dearly; still have a<em>lot</em>of sex too, since she<em>loves</em>what having a baby has done for my body.  We both like having sex with other people; we both have needs that the other can't meet..."<br/><br/>Her hand is trailing down Trish's stomach, feeling the muscles as she seems on a course for her sex, while the other begins trailing up her neck with her fingertips.  Her tongue even flicks out to lick her earlobe as well, having a taste of her 'prey's' body, it almost seemed...<br/><br/>"Her?  Well, she tends to like a real cock or two or three now and again, and rather enjoys the cum too.  Me?  I just like bedding adorable young women like you; it's like hunting down a barely-legal<em>doe</em>and<em>taking</em>what I want..." she hisses at the end, then chuckles, darkly "Guess that's why they call women like me<em>cougars</em>!"<br/><br/>Then her hand shot south, griping the woman's mound firm in her hand, finger nudging the fabric between her netherlips, and the  other hand gripped and turned her head from her chin, forcing the woman to look her in the eyes.  Those eyes were piercing, indeed like the cat that would be an apt descriptor of her, so violent, so<em>hungry</em>...<br/><br/>"You<em>know</em>you want it; I can<em>see</em>it in you." she whispers, like she's uttering worldly truths "Submit..."