She belonged to him, and she was happy to be owned. Everyone knew she belonged to him, she was his precious little doll, dressed in a low cut button u... blouse, with a lacey bra peaking out the top, a short skirt that revealed a naked bottom with every bend, sheer black thigh high stockings held up by garters and a pair of heels that added just the right amount of height to her small frame. The look was completed by her hair parted in pigtails, the blonde curls cascading down the sides of her. She answered him, describing how she straightens up and turns, pulling him inside the shower and the door closed behind him, the hot water flowing from the showerhead and flowing in rivulets down their bodies. He took a moment to answer and Tess bit her lip. When he finally answered her, however, she nearly moaned aloud. The words on the screen detailed his pulling her close, the feel of his arousal as it pressed into her belly, the water that pooled in the deep crease caused by her breasts. "Jon relaxed slightly, "I thought about doing it the old traveler's way ... but it has been so long I didn't know if I could do it."The man nodded, "Some skills fade with time," he said in a faraway voice.With that, the ragged man went about his business, and within a minute he had the dry grass spitting up glowing embers. Within three a small fire crackled.The man sat, "There," he said, "That should keep the cold away. Name's Daniel by the way," he said with a nod to each of us."Jon," said my. Taking a deep breath, I moved over to the bureau and started rummaging through her things. I came across several brassieres, white ones mostly but then I found the one she wore that first time we made love. It was black, the cups were covered in a soft lace. It was an underwired, push-up style. I thought maybe... Then I found it. Hidden under the rest was a bra I'd never seen before. It was white, underwired just like the black one but instead of a heavy lace fabric, this one was made of a.