Then, naturally, being so close inside this cozy cubical, we start to get touchy. We pass a bar of soap back and forth, and we lather our hands with i.... Mutually, we rub the suds into our skins and then onto each other as well. No ifs, ands, or buts about it–I can’t get enough of doing this kind of cleaning. I touch your soft, smooth skin and cover my fingers with the organics of your shape. And while under this shower water your contours are so much fresher. I skim over your surface, I feel. She nodded and grinned.I got up and went into the bedroom and found my costume on the bed. It consisted of a white collar with a built in bow tie, and a tiny thong g-string. It was something a Chippendale dancer would wear. The cup of the thong was made of some sort of interesting stretchy fabric and made to look like a tiny tuxedo. I took off my polo shirt and shorts and briefs and tugged the g-string into place. It was cut so that it looked like it would fit and stretch regardless of my state. "Well keep sucking them until they stop milking you little bitch" she said and I went back to my original position. I kept sucking them and sucking them until the milk stopped running down my throat. I stopped sucking them and began fondling my own brests while moaning in pleasure. "Now get on the bed you little bitch and strip yourself of your slut cloathing" she said with a strict tone. I nodded and striped myself while walking to the bed. I felt furry cuffs go around my hands and. We are walking across campus now. It must be a real sight. Donna holding a leash and me shuffling behind her naked with the blunt end of a dildo sticking out of my mouth. “Stand straight. Arch your back. Be proud. Tits out.” She blurts every once in a while. Other students walk by, I can see their feet, but I don't dare look up since the first time when she twisted my nipple 360 degrees. It is a hot night and I must smell like my own little orgy of sweat, cum and pussy cream.When we get to the.