She slumped to the floor of the shower, rubbing her glistening body uncontrollably as the hot water sprayed her. On the wet tile floor of the shower, ...er hips churned frantically. She dipped her fingers into her wet cunt and toyed with her clit until she was gasping and mewling helplessly."Ohhhh God, I need to be fucked!" she whimpered aloud, her words mingling with the shower noise.Then she heard loud knocking on the bathroom door. The thought of being surprised while fingerfucking herself. Rubbing softly in rhythm with my now rocking hips. Then she was pressing the cloth between my lips. Pressing a little harder. Pressing the cloth against my opening. "We have to get rid of this," she finally said. I appreciated the pause and let her slide my thong down off my legs and unzip the skirt. Connie stepped back and gazed at my naked body. "I've wanted to do this for so long," she whispered hoarsely, as if someone might overhear her, "You are so beautiful."Connie knelt in front of me. The shower kissing scene kept replaying in my head.I had a very strong boner for the first time.I cursed myself and thought of sleeping and not to take advantage of such situations.I slept.Not peacefully.8 pm:I woke up and I could feel as if I had pissed .Something sticky had come out of my penis.I touched it and it was a queer feeling.So ticklish.I refreshed.I went to kitchen and made some noodles.Remembered Nita and thought what I should do now. I was a bit naive and all sorts of thoughts. She took out her notebook and a pair of reading glasses from her handbag. Page after page of notes contained ideas on how the Path of the Look and the Path of the Cane could be applied. There were notes about New Order sponsored research into the effectiveness of humiliation in the management of males, lists of restraints that might be used in pursuit of the Path of the Rope. There were times when she wondered if she would ever grasp it all, if she would ever move beyond the yellow qipao that.