The other two hands starts roaming around her body, caressing and squeezing where it would bring her the most pleasure. Everywhere the hands touched her, they produced that same pleasurable tingling sensation she got when she touched the barrier. The hands were good at what they did, they hadn't touched anything too personal if there is such a thing when talking about being fondled by dismembered hands but they were starting to make her breath heavier and she could feel her body starting to react.
She struggled against the hands on her wrists, but at this point she wasn't sure if she was struggling to get free, or struggling to get the hands to touch her in better places. She realized that her eyes were closed from the pleasure and opened them to look out the window again. The message was
