Three (9)

At some point Jessica came. That's not particularly significant in itself. She comes a lot. They stack up for her, one after another, a chain of variously powerful bursts of sensation, some more explosive than others.

She's difficult to exhaust. That's one thing the two of them have in common - this orgasmic accumulation without a definite endpoint.

This one gave us occasion for a pause in the proceedings. A moment of relaxation in the middle of things.

T stretched out, enjoying herself while I untied Jessica, loosening the coils of rope, detaching her ankles and wrists from the bedframe, leaving only the halter around her chest.

She leaned back next to T, cozying up, the paired strands of rope snaking around the bed between them.

Jessica smiled as if she'd just gotten away with something. This gave me an idea.