She hunched forward, as if to take my finger within her, but I withdrew, and turned her again.I washed her hair. She closed her eyes, and leaned back ...gainst me. Her bound hands reached for and found my cock, and she began to stroke me as I lathered her up. I began to "rise to the occasion". Attempting to ignore my treacherous organ, and her bound massage thereof, I put my attention into the shampoo I was administering. I wound her hair about my hands, forcing the lather through and through her. Helen is a lovely woman in her early thirties, long, wavy auburn hair and a very slim, curvy body. Any man who laid eyes on Helen thought Robert was lucky to have her as she looked a bit out of his league. Robert and Helen had a great sex life in the beginning, however now being married for almost 10 years things had gotten fairly stale. Robert really enjoyed when Helen wore silky things, like slips and camisoles but this wasn't often and even though he bought her lots of sexy things made of. His tone of voice, pleasant, but firm, and the fact that he was having her strip in front of their opened picture window told her that she could be in for a rough night. She didn't mind. Quite the contrary, she loved it when Jim treated her like this. She knew that Jim enjoyed watching her strip, and, even though it embarrassed her to be doing it in front of their open window, she was proud and happy that he got off on the sight of her naked body.At 28 years old, Linda had kept herself in. “They just grew. Just this afternoon.”“Girl, I think you got too much sun out there. Silicon don’t just grow.”“Darla, they did!”“Now just you lay right back an’ take it easy,” Darla mumbled, feeling my forehead. “You feel hot ‘nough to burst into flames! Just stay there an’ I’ll be right back.”I closed my eyes, sinking dizzily back into the sofa, and heard her walk away. My head was spinning wildly. My mind was on the Ferris wheel this time, except the thing was turning at about a hundred mile.