There were four shower heads, two of them on hoses. Heunhooked one of the hand-held showers and made me rinse him off, a little at a time, with thesp...ay hard and close. Then he rinsed me, and the almost stinging needles of spray sort of wokeme up from my alcoholic dreamy state. He spent a lot of time washing the soap out of mycrotch, and at one point he set the thing to pulsating and aimed it right at myvulva. I thought I was going to faint. We dried each other with huge, soft towels. . ’ ‘No questions to ask?’ ‘Oh hell, I have a ton of them.’ It was Owen’s turn to smile and then he said, ‘I’m sure you’ve seen or heard about this because it’s nothing new at all but…I want to photograph women that I’ve convinced to strip for money. Maybe just a top, or top and bra or whatever. Of course I’ll take it as far as she can be convinced to go, assuming she looks half way decent.’ ‘You’re shittin’ me right?’ ‘Oh no, I assure you I am not shitting you.’ ‘So you’ll just walk up to some. I could tell that it wasn’t a conscious decision but an instinct, her body saying, ‘no you cannot let this happen to you’. But she could only hold it so long, and of course I knew that. I also knew that by pausing like this, waiting for her to inhale, increased the mental anguish and the ultimate impact.When, finally, my Little Girl drew a breath, a great gasping inhalation of the air her body was screaming for, it wasn’t air she sucked in but water. I decanted the second pouring with perfect. I took a relaxing warm shower, after being used by this little black bastard.While I was toweling my body, the doorbell sounded again.Cinching my bathrobe, I went downstairs and opened the door.Jasper was standing there, with two other black lads about his same age.I gasped as they all entered my living room without even asking. The newspaper guy had obviously told them what an obedient bitch I was."Well, well… you have taken a nice shower to clean off my marks…”Jasper said, as he smiled at his.