So I had her holding my dick? And she'd watched me jack off. And she'd used me to piss on my sister, felt my sperm, and washed my back and front. She ...asn't Johanna the goddess anymore, the girl too pretty for me to talk to. She was a person with some problems that made anything bad that ever happened to me look like a scrapped knee from falling off my bike. I got the shudders when I thought about it, frankly. Like the school bully holding me down on the schoolyard and punching me until I cried. I turn on the shower and adjust the temperature then step in taking my stuff in with me. It felt so good to step into the shower and let the water run over me. I had grown up on the coast and spent a lot of time in the water so I loved showers and baths. Showers were my favorite because I used to swim in rivers so lots of running water. I decided to shave my under arms, then my legs and I thought today I might shave my already trimmed pussy. When it is hot I like to have a clean. The padded pillow was under the small of her back. Her arms hung down the sides of the table and the cuffs were attached to the rings. Her ankles were attached to the other legs. The pillow had the effect of pushing her mound upwards. Her large tits sat up proudly on her chest. He stood back to survey the portrait he has panted for himself. She knew she was going to be violated, but she had no idea of what was coming. He left. She had no idea how long it was before he came back, but when he did. . calling her those filthy names? What the hell does he have against her?Peter Knight lay beside the voluptuous blonde with his eyes closed. He was sated, fulfilled, completely at peace. He smiled inwardly, knowing that he should feel some kind of remorse for his vicious treatment of the cunt-eating stewardess, but he didn't. He had settled the score, so to speak. Not only with her, but with Francine--thought his ex-wife's comeuppance for what she had subjected Davie to was still to be.