The moment she turned the shower mixer the water started to flow from the shower nozzle instead of the lower tap which made her upper part of the body...wet. She came out screaming due to wetness and I saw her blouse stuck on her boobs which were raveling the round shape of them. I had a hard on seeing her in that moment and I wanted to feel those, but I was scared to do any improper approach.Later, I started to masturbate multiple times thinking about her; I always tried to hunt for a chance to. Instead she opened hereye's and looked straight at me and that made me feel very sick."Oh my Slut is back," she said to me as she sat up and stretched reallybig. She motioned for me to come to her with a motion of her callingfinger.I approached her with my things in my arms and stood before her. She toldme she was pleased how I was dressed and she reached up grabbing me bythe back of my neck pulling to her. She gave me a huge deep kiss whichtasted strongly of alcohol and totally disgusted. He then grabs my hair pulling hard and says " suck My cock you slut " I quickly reach out and wrap my hand around his cock move his cock toward my mouth smelling his musky scent . I lick the head of his cock he pulls my hair I gasp he pushes his cock in my lips close around him sucking him he starts to fuck himself in and out. he leans forward and bites on my nipple I arch up his fingers fucking in and out harder I can feel my self creaming more . Abruptly he pulls his fingers and cock out of. After sobbing for a few hours, I eventually got the strength to get back to cleaning. I was in a foul mood for most of the day. Didn’t want to do anything. I went into the bathroom to clean the mirrors when I noticed something. Well, not something, someone. Me. I wouldn’t say I’ve let myself go recently but I definitely didn’t recognize the girl staring back at me. I haven’t put on makeup or worn nice clothes since Anthony left. Didn’t see the point. If he wasn’t ogling over my body, no one.