He used the pads of his thumbs to help rinse them, then moved his hands up to wrap his fingers around her wet hair and lift her face to his. She blink...d, testing to make sure the soap was out of her eyes and stared at him. ‘What do you think you are doing?’ She demanded, her hands coming up between their bodies to push him away. ‘Get out of here.’ ‘You’re a pushy broad, aren’t you?’ He laughed at her. ‘I’m helping you wash. You seemed unsteady and in pain and you now have soap in your eyes.. I’d not told him about my experience with Ann, precipitated when I’d found out she’d been fucking my ex. ‘Mmm. No problem’ I replied. ‘He won’t be a bother.’ It was much later in the evening, about midnight, when I found myself wandering to the upstairs toilet, desperate to relieve the pressure on my bladder. As I came out of the toilet, mission accomplished, I could here the sounds of someone seriously enjoying themselves in the spare bedroom next to the loo. Whoever it was had kept the light. At this point my cock was so hard and I was desperate to touch it, but because of the handcuffs I could not, I thought about rubbing myself against the stairs I was getting that desperate…Then my new Mistress reappeared wearing a long black pvc trench coat over her leather dress… the pvc Mac I bought her 7 years ago yet she had only worn twice (I had obviously worn it many times more). I nearly exploded in my pants at seeing her dressed like this. Julie saw my predicament and laughed… ‘Oh my. I also did well as all of my songs were sold. So I've decided to compensate you for what you did for Gloria and for services rendered." You mean getting screwed repeatedly?" Well, Dean, I thought of it as making love after the first few times. And, I was beginning to think that you liked it too." What made you think that?" Your panties were always wet when you took them off." Maybe, I just suffer from incontinence." No, I don't think so. You are wet right now, just like you've always been when.