Anne slides the cloth of the panties up, down, and around the hood one last time as they began to get quite wet.  She leaned forward, now bowed over entirely, and lightly nipped the inside of Gwenevire's left thigh so high up that her hair brushed over the wet grey panties.<br/><br/>Then she rose, her breasts proud, her posture straight, a gleam in her eyes.  "Slide up on the bed, and put your hands around the posts."  Her voice had less of the soft seducer and a bit of command, if still sultry.  Anne slid off the bed herself, bending to pick up the long wrap that previously had contained Gwenevire's breasts.  She made sure to turn so that her ass (and a glimpse of more than that) would be facing Gwenevire if she looked over.  She was certainly getting wet herself with the fun of teasing the tall blonde and the prospect of what was to come.<br/><br/>Then she she strode over to the chest of drawers, opening the top drawer and shuffling around in the back, behind and below the bras and panties there, coming up with a handful of long flat straps not unlike the binding Gwenevire had worn around her breasts.