"Did you want me to turn on the faucet?" "If you don't mind." "No problem," she reached for the faucet, but was having trouble without actually lookin.... She backed up a little toward the sink and just missed the handle as she reached out. I stood there watching, amused by her effort. I saw her gazing intently forward in her reflection. Then she glanced toward the mirror, long enough to see the handle and turn it on. Also long enough to see me standing there, flat abs slightly exposed and cock. She held it there for a few moments, then pulled off of it. She moved back over in front of Kshitiz and pushed him down on the sofa. She dropped to her knees in front of him, pushing his legs wide apart. Slowly, Kashish took his dick down her throat again, all the way to the balls! She glanced up at him, and began to slowly withdraw until only the end was in her mouth. Looking down at Kashish, Kshitiz watched her suck his dick. She would slide her mouth far down his dick, taking as much in her. "It is time for your shower, slave," the metallic voice said, "I am permitting you to wash yourself. I will remove you arm-binder as well as your collar and mask. Your eyes are to remain shut or I will inflict more pain than you could possible imagine. Do you understand, slave?"Stephanie nodded her head, remembering how painful the prod really was.The stranger led her hopping into the shower and then unbuckled the collar from around her throat. It was a relief to have it off but the relief was. Very soon, I had downloaded full load and made my pant wet and she cupped it with her hand to prevent it to ooze out to my legs.Then slowly we started getting into the water. With every step, the water was getting muckier and all the filth was coming out from the bottom when our feet was hitting the ground below the water. Slowly, we reached to a place where the water level was almost upto my waist and for her it was just below her ample breasts. We stood there for a while to get the water.