Feeling her hand directing the flow into the porcelainbowl. Oh.. I feel so embarrassed, so helpless, so.. ooh... I've finished soshe's cleaning my coc... with cold water, making it really clean. It's cold.but... she concentrates on the rim of my cock head and I almost fall..."such a helpless slut aren't you? You long to be treated like this, bound,with someone having to do everything for you? Hmm... dirty little creaturearen't you?" she continues to murmur into my ear before returning me to. ‘Not any more. Nothin’ there for me and I hate winter,’ she said succinctly. ‘Can’t blame you.’ The door swung open and a fifty-something man with a full beard entered, nodding to me and smiling at the girl. ‘This fella wants to rent 224, Chuck.’ ‘OK … you got some I.D., mister?’ he asked, turning to me. I pulled out my wallet and showed him my drivers license. He nodded. ‘How long, Mr. Stephenson?’ he asked. ‘Four days … to start with. Maybe seven if it’s interesting,’ I said. ‘OK … we can do. When pussy talks, I have to obey! Sure, I could use my fingers or some other household object - I can be quite creative when pressed! But none of them were nearly as much fun and I wouldn't get lost in rapture with my electric toothbrush or the handle of my hairbrush. I was sitting in the living room feeling very sorry for myself when John came home. He knew exactly what was going on the instant he saw me. "I see you have found what I did," he said. "Yes and it's not fair!" I pouted. Normally,. . Didn't she? "Now, sit up and fasten the belt around your waist. Not too tight, but tight enough that it won't move." She sat up and placed the belt around her back. It was leather, and the rough side was against her skin. That provided enough traction that when she tightened the belt sufficiently it was difficult to shift it. The two cuffs were positioned on each hip. The waist buckle was not special like the wrist ones - it had a buckle not unlike any other belt. She looked at him when she.