"Oh yes, I can see..."  Anne reaches behind her with one hand, arching her back as she does so, and glides her fingers along the inside of Gwenevire's thigh until they lightly rubbed on the grey panties again.  Then one finger slipped beneath to run along Gwenevire's sex, coming up wet with her juices.  Anne slipped the finger into her mouth, slowly sucking at it as she looks down at Gwenevire.<br/><br/>"Now where was I..." She leans forward and takes one of the other straps, and with a twist and a couple of wraps Gwenevire's left wrist is secured to the other bedpost.<br/><br/>Anne shifts back over Gwenevire, so her own breasts are hanging just a few inches above Gwenevire's face, hair falling and framing her face.  "Do you want to have a safeword, something that will let me know that you want to be freed immediately?"