My lover has me tied up on the bed using very nice silk scarves. My eyes are covered by a very thick blindfold. He leaves me there alone for almost more than I can bear. I try fervently to rub my stocking clad thighs together, but he has been very diligent in tying me back. I crave the slightest touch. I hear the door open and someone approaches the bed. Is it my lover or someone else that he has brought to pleasure me. How many are there tonight? As a feather caresses my skin, I gasp.