Running my hands through her beautiful long blonde hair. Then, I washed her back and got to run my hands down her back over her smooth skin and got to...feel it on my fingertips. Then, she turned around and I got to wash her breasts and her stomach and her legs. I didn’t touch her pussy because that would be for later. “I love every inch of you baby.” I said with love in my voice.“Thank you baby. My time to admire you!”She slowly started to wash me doing exactly as I did. When she got to my legs. We seemed to fit so well together, gliding around the floor as if we hadbeen doing it all our lives. I looked down at her and she was gazing upinto my eyes. "Stephen, do you think I am pretty?" she asked, "You area very beautiful woman, Greta" I replied, uncomfortably aware of myerection pressed between us."Would you like to sleep with me, Stephen?" No, I love Susan, she is my wife, and she is over there" Do not worry about her, she has drunk too much, she will never know.I will have you. She turned towards a single curtained door at the rear of the shop.Sybil was a long time behind the curtain. I looked back at the attendant. He turned back to his book. The other men avoided my eyes. The magazines beyond them were shiny blotches of pink and black. Suddenly the curtain screeched open. We all --- the men; myself; the attendant behind me, I guessed swivelled towards the noise.Sybil wore a red panties and bra and black stockings and suspender. A mirror at the back of the changing. The first stroke landed at the junction between her legs and her buttocks as did the second and third. Catherine was sobbing uncontrollably. Jessica instinctively jumped to her feet but then thought better of it and sat down again. Miles flogged the cane down once more and became aware of the sound of water on the tiled floor. Catherine flooded her panties and the warm pee was soaking her light tan tights. Her sobbing continued as her bladder emptied. Miles ignored her accident and continued.