I tug my skirt down conscious that I’m wearing only a little thong underneath. I pass out the ticket barriers and head down towards my house. It’s...a 10 minute walk from the station and my nipples have already stood to attention because of the light evening breeze. I give them a quick squeeze as a I re-adjust my bra and head down the road. People have piled out the station with me walking down the roads home too. I’m thinking about my evening as I stroll, thinking how closely I was dancing with. I sat on the couch checking out her place, it was nicely furnished, clean, and on her coffee table I saw a book about BDSM! I picked up the book and was leafing through it checking out the pictures of women and men restrained in all kinds of different ways. About 10 minutes later, she came out wearing a different pair of black yoga pants and Ramones t-shirt that was tight, showing off her large tits. They were hanging a bit and I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra. She went to the kitchen and. I turn on the hot tap. As the water hits it it curls up into a tiny ball. *Sorry* I say as I watch it disappear down the plug-hole. Unrolling the white rubber mat I stick it to the bottom of the bath and put the plug in so the tub begins to fill with hot water. Into this I pour a lidfull of *Cinnamon Heat* oil. When the bath is three-quarters-full I run the cold water and swirl it all around with my hand/ causing small tidal waves. Satisfied that the temperature is just right I turn both taps. “No, I want to continue fucking you”, I answered.“Oh, my innocent brother”, she giggled and said; “Let me make you enjoy. Just keep pressing but don’t push”. And with that, I felt a sudden flexing and relaxing of her ass canal muscles on my thick veinous maximus dick followed by a repeat and one more and the same again. I swear, it exactly felt as if I was being sucked by an expert cock sucker mouth but by an asshole.I growled louder with the ecstasy and bliss; never felt before.“I see, you.