After a little while, she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel only. I was astonished to see her in such a dress but could not proceed further ...o avoid any confrontation; if at all my wife enters in the room.Smita realized the position, smiled and dropped her towel. She put on her bra and requested me to hook it in her back. I pressed and fondled her boobs before hooking the bra on the pretext that I am adjusting those in the bra. She put on petticoat and requested me to tie the knot,. ”Janet’s eyes snapped open when the voice shocked her out of her fantasy, only to see the real thing standing a few feet in front of her. She was soaking wet, and her nipples were as hard as pebbles from fantasizing about him, and he was right there.“Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he apologized.Oh god! What do I do? Look at his face. Nothing else. Her thoughts raced. Some deep, instinctual defense mechanism kicked in, and she said, “Oh, hello William.” She was surprised by how clear and. “Can I have a shower and freshen up please, honey?” I say with a pouty look and a lick of my luscious red lips. He takes me to the showers and un-cuffs my wrists while handing me a towel, a bath sponge and tells me to strip. “I have to stay here and watch you, in case you try to escape,” he says with a wink and a small laugh. “I can’t get my dress off, can you unzip me officer,” I ask smiling sexily. As his hand unzips my satin red dress, he caresses my skin down my spine sending sexual. Fuck. She moaned slightly...a moan answered only with the crack of another applicator being snapped open.“You like this, darling?” Not a question. A statement. A statement made as the second soaked sponge pushed the hood of her eager, tiny clit back and then slid along the inside of her labia minora, her innermost lips, cleansing her, preparing her for the final torture before the fun. The sponge forcing itself along the inside of her fourchette, then back up to briefly taunt her clit.The.