The 3-55 gal drums on top of the shower stall was a solar water heater. MMMM well it’s warm enough and the barrels are almost full.“Okay lady her... is what we do, first you stand under the shower head and pull this rope like this” as John pulled the rope and shower of warm soft water soaked them all over. He let go and the water stopped. “Okay now we soap down, here let me” and he began to lather and soap and wash Susan. His hands were moving all over her body. “Lift your leg, now the other”. Get over there, get on your knees and give my little bro his prize."I don't know what made me think I could actually physically do something to prevent this. But, I grabbed Lance's wrist to try and push him aside. Lance confidently countered by grabbing my wrist with his right hand and effortlessly began to slowly twist my arm. I pointlessly struggled with all my might to stop this but he continued twisting until I was forced to turn around to relieve some of the torque pressure being applied.. Tell Tameka who ownshould your little penis or I won't let you lick my asshole or my tits" ..I wimper...Tameka owns my tiny little cock....We walk back to the mirror..She tells me "get down on your knees and look at my big dick, don't look at me or my tits, just stare at that fat dick..I drop in a second..I'm staring at this black dick swinging in front of me....she says "look at my tit, do you deserve to see the other one?...beg me for it bitch...I whisper, please mistress Tameka let me see. Sure enough she was. I decided to see how risque she was and sent her a message using the call sign hot2trot. "Hello cutey. You sure have a nice bod". "You don't even know what I look like idiot", she replied. "Well I'd say you are probably about 18 years old, long blond hair, pretty face, and nice legs" No reply. "Well how did I do"? "Not even close" she replied "Wow then I guess this picture I have of Leslie must not be you"! "Where the hell did you get a picture of me? I mean I don't even.