”Anne returns and I notice that not only has she sorted out her face and fixed hair but she has now put on a little more makeup and she looks stunni...g. We play a few more hands and even Dick joins in. Soon enough I'm down to my boxers and lose another hand, but of course it's all part of my plan. This time it's mine turn to say that I'm really not sure I should take them off and sure enough, Anne suggests a forfeit!"Since mine was to suck you then yours should be to lick me!" Anne says and I. Just then the phone rang. Bridget picked it up and after a brief conversation said, "It's a little noisy here at the moment dear. Hang on a moment and I'll pick up on the bedroom extension."Laying the phone down on the desk, she excused herself and went to the other room. When she returned she announced, "It's on for this evening. Marianne said they had had an initiation scheduled for tonight but due to illness, it had to be postponed, and so she'll be able to work Lynne in. Of course, she only. He stopped the nozzles that were aimed at my head and neck, not wanting to blind me or induce a potentially fatal fever. I opened my eyes and through the thick steam saw Paul wielding a handheld nozzle wand, like the ones used at a car wash. The pressured spray he employed was biting and cold. This was Hell. I yanked against my restraints trying to avoid the unwelcome onslaught. Twelve piercing wall jets of heated water were no contest for a single vicious spray of cold. I screamed continuously. "Let me hear how much you love me. Give me all your passion and trust." I am! I love you, Stella!"Her gray eyes twinkled like stars as she engulfed my nipple. I shuddered, hot pleasure building through me. Her fingers kept stroking my flesh, teasing me as her lips and tongue played my aching nipple. I caressed her platinum-blonde hair, so light it was almost white. My hips humped, rubbing my hot pussy on her stomach, my clit shuddering in delight."That's it," she purred as she kissed to my.