Ms Gretzke was still wearing the cheerleader outfit from our practice session, but she stood so close to me (deliberately, I’m sure) that I could se... all the way up under her skimpy white skirt. Her tanned firm legs were tantalisingly smooth, but what hit me like a freight train was the realisation that her black panties were gone, that she was nude under the skirt. She was now looking down at me with interest, and saw the realisation dawn in my eyes. Almost casually, she traced her right. She washed my hair with deep scalp massage. Then she went to her knees, using her fingers to scrub my butt, reaching under me to spread soapsuds on my balls with gentle caresses. Both her soapy hands were stroking my cock. I turned to face her, as she continued to ply my cock with soapy strokes and caresses. She increased her gentle pressure as my arousal built, with her stroking becoming more insistent.Her soapy fingers played with my balls, while her other hand stroked me toward her open. A master bedroom, connecting to the master bath, completed the first floor portion.The second floor had two bedrooms which shared a bath. There was a large storage room opposite the bath, and over the stairwell.The basement contained the furnace, the water heater, and a walk-in deep-freezer for meat storage or other frozen items. An interior designer furnished the whole place for me. I did insist on paying Tom something. He charged me for the furnishings, which came to a whopping one hundred. The other guys took good care of her. One asshole grabbed her by the arm and said, "I'm takin' you home to mommy, bitch," but she was adept at handling jerks. She slapped him in the face and kneed him in the balls. He went away whimpering like a scared puppy. She knew how to take care of herself, that was clear. I took her home around two in the morning and she asked me to stay the night. I thanked her and said I was whipped. "Maybe some other night, okay?" "Look, Blake," she said as I was.