The washing was careful and delicatebut not of a sexual nature. Without, "Playtime" instructions from ourMistress our only purpose was to purify our b...dies of all sweat andfluids. Finally they came to end of the line and ten sets of hands beganto caress my body with beautiful smelling creams that lathered and soakedinto my smooth skin. As they washed off the suds and dried me with softtowels my skin tingled and I felt relaxed and very open. It was then thatMistresses voice spoke to us with the. He was wearing a bright red pouch underwear, which he pushed slightly down his hips and pulled out his long, pencil thin, engorged cock emerging out of the dirty, untrimmed pubes. A serious bend near the base of his man cock was something entirely unforeseen for me. He was taking full liberty to play with my balls while his fingers slowly tracked their way, along my perineum, all the way to the rim of my hole. He was really breathing heavy by now.“Hey Ben, Please, touch me”. He pulled his tits. In and out. I'm even more wet. I could feel you within me. I could feel you against my ass. I had already made you cum. I'd sucked your cock dry already whilst no one was looking. No one would have known. Were you doing this for me?You went deep inside as far as you could. I could feel the head of your cock go as far as it could. I had never felt such pleasure within the folds of my cunt. You were moaning and and so was I."Can I fuck you from behind?" you asked. I wanted you to.You turned me. You take your towel and follow me to the bathroom, I can feel your gaze on my ass, and so I swish it a little more as I walk. I bend over in the bathroom and place my towel on the floor, giving you a nice view of the glistening wetness of my slit. I move over to you, unbutton your shorts and push them down over your hips. You step out of them complacently, still slightly shocked at the naked treatment you’re getting. I tug at the corner of your shirt, my nails grazing the side of your hip. You.