With Cynthia our first priority was a shared shower. At the Badhouse the showers were limited to 2 minutes of water due to the water supply, it was en...ugh time but not an excess. Also, there were not shared showers.Cynthia and I took our time washing each other.“What is your pleasure?” I asked her as my fingers glided along her slit, touching her at just the right places to arouse her.“Oh my Prince! You have a way ... Oh!” I let her catch her breath. Finally she spoke. “I want you to open me in. He was a bit groggy. And for some reason, he wasn’t in his bed. There were tiles underneath him. He must be in the kitchen. He’s about to call out to Jessica, but a bright red ball gag had been strapped in his mouth. As he gradually got accustomed to the surroundings, he realised he was strapped into a bondage device of some sort – a spanking horse, to be precise. Straps at his ankles, elbows, shoulders, waist, thighs, knees and ankles made sure that he was tightly secured to the bondage. Anyway, I digress, on to the story. It was a Saturday evening and I had put on a pair of striking blue lace briefs. I had intended to keep them on while I read a few erotic stories online and maybe even take a few photos for others to enjoy but that idea was quashed the moment the door knocked. I quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and dived for the door. It was my friend Emmy, unannounced, she pushed the door open and walked right in. We had known each other for a long time and I suspected she. She ran her tongue upwards in light, flicking strokes. She switched hands, and while her left hand was playing up and down my lower back, over my ass and thighs with carefully placed touch after touch, her right hand stood my cock up so that she could run her tongue on the underside of the crown where I was most sensitive, first clockwise then counter-clockwise. She took my shaft back into her mouth and I wondered how much more I could stand. The next time the tongue-sequence began, she sucked.