Turning over the washrag and soap to her, I watched to see how she would handle it. When she was too tentative, I told her to scrub a little harder be...ause it felt good. She was fine with my back and the top part of my front but when she got down to my crotch and my rod was projecting straight out from my body and well filled, she stopped. I said quietly, “It needs to be clean too.” She was careful that only the washrag and not her fingers came in contact with that mysterious male organ and. We kissed. We touched. We stroked and rubbed through our clothing. We drove each other wild with passion. My cock was so hard it hurt, and I was confident Dawn was very wet. Dawn paused and looked at me for a moment, then, without breaking eye contact, she unzipped me and took me in her hand. She slowly licked the head, then my shaft, then took me deep in her throat. What followed was amazing. Intense. Someone asked me once whether I had ever had a full-body orgasm, but I didn’t know what it. The whips, chains, and paddles hang along the right side of the door. I know he will soon look my way. I look down at the floor, standing tall.He likes to have me dressed when we go into this room. He says it is sexier to be able to take my clothes off, than just to be naked and waiting. I see the look in his eyes, undressing me in his mind. He loves when I wear tight jeans that hug my ass. I hear his steps getting closer. I don't dare look. He knows I can't kneel for too long because of my bad. Josh seemed surprised how much I loved football. He didn’t realize I love to play sports too. In fact, I kinda wish I could go to the football tryouts. (I love playing almost any sport. My real love though is baseball.) I really enjoyed the three of us just hanging out together. Then the big day arrived. Saturday! I watched in my room most of the morning as Josh and some old guy, fought in his back yard. The old guy must be a karate master or something, because Josh and the old guy fought for.