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off… her inner walls clenching against her finger.
    Coming down, she stared at her hand.
    "Felt it, did you?" Lydia breathed.
    "I didn't expect that," she replied, her awareness slowly returning. She gulped and looked around, seeming to notice the streaming showers and steamed glass for the first time, as well as the naked woman she'd just gotten off with - twice. It felt like something heavy on her mind had just worn off. "What the hell am I doing?"
    Kneeling beside her, Lydia gently began cu pping and rubbing her breasts.
    Gwen sighed. It did feel good… why was she suddenly so panicked?
    "I love your tits," Lydia said softly, dripping water along them. "Does that feel good?"
    All she could do was blink, nod, and breathe.
    "It's alright, your first time with a woman can be really intense. But the more you orgasm, the more natural it becomes…" The caresses moved to the undersides of her breasts, and then up to gently pinch her nipples. One hand gently pushed her down on her back, out of the direct flow of the water, and then returned to help massage her chest and tummy. A moment later, a leg swung over her head.
    Gwen stared at the dripping pussy in her face, caught off guard - and still confused. Everything had been so intense a moment ago, so alluring… she'd even enjoyed the thought of this woman as her Mistress…
    Lydia's thighs shifted as she brought her body down, kissing gently around her mound, teasing her aching sex.
    The rationalizations started up again. Why not? She asked herself. We've already gotten off twice together… and her lips feel so good down there… she studied the puffy lips in front of her face, finding them not unattractive. If they'd drugged her, and if the effects had worn off, there was still a little arousal sparking in her… a subtle squirming sensation…
    That squirming seemed to cue Lydia to stop teasing. Her tongue ran a slick path between her parting lips.
    Gwen shuddered. She hadn't realized how badly she'd been aching for touch after getting herself off all night… and, almost without realizing it, she was giving in.
    She lifted her head and licked.
    "Mmm," Lydia said, pulling back her sopping hair before returning downward. " You taste really good. I've been wondering how you tasted for awhile…"
    Gwen gulped as the tongue against her sex began working its magic. Each motion of that firm, moist muscle shot a spike of pleasure through her, and each spike came with a subtle urge to give in fully…
    She reached up and gripped the thighs on either side of her head. Lydia came down, pressing her large breasts into her tummy.
    She thrust her tongue in, exploring the new angle, licking with a strange sensation bubbling up through her. She couldn't quite accept the fact that she was in a lesbian sixty-nine on a shower floor… or that it was starting to feel really good … a part of her was returning to the consuming enjoyment she'd felt earlier.
    And wait, wasn't she be ing held captive?
    Shaking her head, she pushed out of the sixty-nine and clambered to her feet, retreating across the shower with confusion and dismay. "What the hell are we doing? Let's get out of here!"
    Lydia gingerly stood, nodding darkly. She turned off the showers, stepped out, and grabbed two towels. They both dried off.
    Gwen tried not to glance at her companion's gorgeous body, and dried her wispy blonde hair as best she could.
    They dressed again without talk.
    Lydia led the way, strangely unafraid.
    Down the stairs, Emma sat in the living room, watching television and drinking a glass of dark red wine. "How'd it go?"
    Lydia shrugged. "Soon as it wore off, maybe a few licks after, she just wanted out."
    Gwen stared in horror as she realized she'd been tricked - and they had done something to mess with her mind! She made to run for the door, but her muscles wouldn't respond. As hard as she struggled, she simply could not make any motion to escape.
    Emma sighed, turn off the television, and stood. "I