”He turns and lets the garment hang from his hand. It’s my satin teddy that I wore last night.“I managed to keep it dry, when we ran over here, ...o why don’t you put it on and be more yourself.”“really?” I ask, a thrill of excitement passing through me.“Sure, be the real you. Because my family is really rich we generally meet people who pretend to be who they’re not, but you Billi, have been so completely honest. I want to be friends with who you really are.” He tells me, and I’m suddenly. She's about to cum, I note to myself, silently urging you on. And then it happens. Your hands are still bound above you, holding you in place. You cry out and arch your back, your eyes screwed shut, simultaneously fighting your restraints and trying to thrust your soaking cunt against his fingers. Fuck me, she's beautiful. This is what I wanted to see. I can feel the heat from your body from way over here, smell your desire for more, see the subtle spasms and jerks from your convulsing body.. .. Oomph!?Another rub back and forth with the sponge between her thighs, she feels the hand tightening across her breast, tugging back as she hears the girl ordering her. ?Turn around, face me? Keep your hands on the wall above your head while you spread your legs.?Twisting, arching, her arms reaching upwards, her hands turning with palms flattening against the wet tile when bowing her back, she feels the full force of the still steaming water cascading across her face, her thrust out breasts.. My hands roam your body and I feel your fingers run through my hair as we stagger back until a washbasin braces us."Final call has been made," you pant. You tilt your head back as I run my mouth down your neck, trailing my tongue and tasting your perfume as my hand caresses a pert breast through your tight blouse. I hear you whimper."It’s not going anywhere," I groan. My heart thunders. Time against us. Every rational thought telling us to stop but a ravenous need consumes us. "Oh god," you.