With her head back I could see she her pert, gorgeous boobs and imagined the hot water pouring over them. I started to get really horny and reached...beneath my small, satin dressing gown. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and moved my fingers down between my legs to my pussy. I stroked my clit with my fingers and couldn’t believe how wet I was already. I saw her hands moving down her body as she washed herself, massaging the soap into her skin, over her boobs. I didn’t want to. I really had no complaints about Edgar's sexual capabilities because he was remarkably well-endowed and had some sort of genetic nervous syndrome that prompted him to drain his seeds at least three times daily in copious quantity. I usually took him bareback in my mouth or my bum because there was no chance of procreating in either of those openings, but he was well stocked with condoms for the nightly bedtime excursions up my vaginal channel.For almost the entire past year, I had been unable. Her hands, moving almost of their own accord to touch him as she listened intently to every word he said without even realizing it. His cock, so huge, so powerful, mesmerizing her with the way the tip swayed with his every tiny movement. Her mouth, helplessly sliding onto him as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. His cock… ‘…it was nice,’ Cynthia said in a voice about half an octave higher than normal. She set her coffee down to fan her face for a moment until the memories subsided a. " His encouragement was like soothing medicine to her, giving her strengthand making it possible for her to take a breath and look at him again. "Thank you Master," she told him. Once again she watched him lift his arm,she thought about his arms, how good they felt when they were holding her close,or holding her down. She loved the strength in his arms. She was fascinatedwatching him. Again she felt the white hot blow of the cane, and again shescreamed, but she didn't take her eyes off of him..