I'm already screwed up from her first attack; it makes sense for me to be the one who holds her in the shower. Can you hold her and clean her?" No, ju...t let her go." Cindy was still not sure of Paul's motives."Trust me on this one, Cindy, I have done this several times before. Though, I admit, not with someone this appealing. She is going to feel like she has died and gone to hell in the morning. If we do not clean her up now, it will be much worse than it has to be. I can do this myself, but I. I couldn’t keep my clitty under control as it kept stiff with excitement and anticipation of my coming christening. I didn’t want to jerk my sissy stick because I did not want to become ashamed and embarrassed about what I agreed to. This is difficult when you don’t have a chastity cage to keep yourself in check! I was able to restrain myself and survive the day at work and came home and fell asleep next to my wife that night knowing I would become Paul’s total sissy bitch in the morning. I. You’re going to be spending a lot of time in it, so look after it.” He then pulled a bucket full of water out from under the sink and placed it in front of Jennie with a cloth. He then closed the cupboard, locked it with a key attached to his waist and left.Jennie heard the door slam and the car engine turn on and the crunch of gravel as it drove down the drive. She stayed there crouched on all fours. She needed a plan, she thought about it for a while and then her tummy gave an almighty. As I stood there my mind wandered back to the night where I experienced two men at the same time. It was glorious to be the center of attention. As my thoughts took me back to that weekend, my pussy started to get wet. My female lube started to build up inside me. I suddenly realized my pussy juices might run down my thigh, taking the paint with it. It would be obvious that my cunt was leaking. The more I fretted about the situation the worse it got. My brain was overloaded. There was.