Rayne's eyes widen as she feels hands trickle down along the curve of her body and along her barren, plush, pert orbs..cheeks quickly growing in shades of red as she pinches her nipples..letting out a quiet little squeal as her hands tighten against their restraints. Damn her body and her own lack of self-control..<br/><br/>Rayne's lips open to give a soft little pant, before she again tries to step forward to free herself..closing one eye as long ivory-brown locks fall over it once more..hands trembling.<br/><br/>"S...stop! Who..who would possibly..a..authorize you to touch me like this..?"