Everything she'd done to my body wasstill active and pulsing, pressuring and euphoric. I was in control now,which is why it took me another second and...this time, it was me, "PleaseMistress, let my breasts free."I heard a laugh from the other end of the line. The pulsing instantlybecame constant. I felt pressure build from somewhere behind my nipples.It seemed to build forever when it overflowed, or outflowed I shouldsay. The pressure release and my breasts began to grow. My clit andnipples. So I get into the shower and turn on the water. Wifey grabs the shower lotion (you know, those small bottles that every motel has) and starts soaping me in, starting at my neck, around my throat and then chest. Then she tells me to stay sideways, not facing her with my front or back. She is soaping me in good, playing with my cock and balls. Hubby grabs the regular soap bar and runs it down my back, eventually even between my legs were he meets wifeys hands.I am standing there and eventually. Hereleased from his embrace slowly letting his nails drag across her skin andshe shudders from the touch. He takes up his knife again know starting in frontso she can watch he unbuttons her pants and takes the blade out to her innerthighs and down each leg moving with a cat-like grace to prolong the sensation.When he's down he takes a look at the curvaceous bombshell in front of himand simply smiles changing his knife in for a smaller one. He would have teasedher more but at this point his. Yawn! I can see Scott watching me, my pen is in my mouth again. I’m waiting for the bell to ring… Time seemed to be going slower than usual. The anticipation is killing me! Gently I squeeze my thighs together, rubbing against my soft panties. They’re damp. Again I look over to Scott, who winks and gestures towards the door. Finally the bell rings. The world is animated again. I rushed to my feet and started walking towards the door. A hand grabbed my arm. “Claire, can I have a word?” My head.