She fully intends to merely drop off the towel and leave, but hearing the shower’s water and feeling the moist heat draws her i...to shadowy places she didn’t know she could be taken. She soon finds herself standing outside my shower, an arms breadth from where I stand stroking my cock. While I wasn’t moaning, she can tell that pumping my fist full of thick hard cock is precisely what I am doing. She struggles with morality for several. I said yes, and stood up on my step stool, laying my chest across the bed. They took turns sliding their hard cocks between my legs and pumping away until they shot their man juice on me. It was hot, and my balls were starting to hang down. Their cum spurted against the back of my balls and felt so good. Then they took turns sucking on my cock. After the second one started, I felt a funny tingling inside, and had my first orgasm. After that, almost every night my brother would slide his cock. Her degree of submissiveness was extreme ... as was everything else about her. Well, almost everything. “Tawny, you really shouldn’t do that. You’re no good at it.”She tried to meet my eyes, but only managed it for a brief instant. “I ... uh ... I’m sure I don’t know what you...”“Your husband is good at it, isn’t he? Whether it’s a few friends at a party or the whole congressional district during a campaign, he’s very good at it. But ... you are not. And, you know that, don’t you. You’ll never. In that week she’d been yelled at, thrown into a pool, screamed, yelled, cried, and have been generally combative. Yet, it seemed slowly she was getting better. As a reward for her progress Gen brought in a couple cartons of ice cream. Now the three girls sat in Leslie’s room, sort of a girls night. ‘Okay, so when was it Leslie?’ Gen asked. ‘You’ve dodged the question for a few days now.’ Leslie blushed, the question of course was her first time. She’d been avoiding this discussion for the.