The water changes then, something easing in the force with which it attacks each different millimeter of her exposed sex, and she loses track of time and space for a little while. The change is a relief, eliminates the almost numb feeling she was getting, but brings on her third orgasm more quickly than she expected. She closes her eyes and screams, curling in on herself as much as she can, shoulders hunched, back bowed– but ultimately still held in place, held open.