.... She gave into despair and mental torture and let her head fall into her pillow.
It was then that she felt something metal and cold against her hot cheek. She looked at what the object was, and saw her hairpin. It must've fallen out when Anita had been stroking her hair. And suddenly, she got an idea, one which resulted from the practiced skills of escaping police arrests over the years. Handcuffs had no specific set of keys, which made them easy to pick.
The blue-haired girl, wordlessly (as the gag had yet to be removed), looked down at her feet. This belt was not inescapable, and- what luck!- in all her horny rage, Anita had forgotten to make the keyhole face away from the bed. Frida could operate the pin with her mouth. Slowly she began to move her ankles this way and that, delicately untying the knot that bound her feet to the footboard bars.
I need to escape from this hell, she thought desperately.
At the same time, in the guestroom…
The twins had undressed each other with relative ease.
Both undressed down till they were completely naked, then grabbed each other and resumed the display of affection that had to be broken earlier on. They fell onto the bed, feeling each other here, there,...