Yes." I could feel my face blushing red."Well, just between you and me, it's a bit of a conundrum for your wife too. Like, am I a dominatrix now? Shou...d you call me mistress and obey my every command?" No, Sarah! It was just a fantasy! I just wanted to experience what it would be like and am so grateful that you went with it." Well, that's a relief, though the obeying my every command part was kind of tempting. I suppose the big question is, do you want to do it again?" Do you?" Oh hell yes,. I finish after nervously mopping your cock, feeling itpalpitate. But it seems you had enough for now, because you let me dowithout moving, smiling, your eyes closed under the rain.My temptation is worst than yours. While you take your turn to wipe mybody, I wait tense, getting excited first when you wash my neck andchest, and when you reach my crotch and you touch my dick -which youdidn't touch before- I can’t resist moaning a little, grabbing your chestwith my hands. You laugh.“You never get. In a fit of madness, I would want to put my hand up her skirt and grab her pussy, but again, this is happening in my mind except that my dick doesn’t know the difference between fantasy and reality and gets ready for action. Ahh shit, how am I gonna get up to help her now?

We’re finishing up the soup and salad, I rearrange the snake trouser down my leg and knowing that I’ll be up in a minute, it starts to get back to normal. Wow, I won’t look like a sex-starved a****l after all. 

So we go to. I took my time that night and enjoyed every second with Faith. We bathed and massaged each other. We laughed. We kept a lamp burning. Her body was exquisite, her sense of humor sharp. She wasn’t afraid to ask questions, to try anything. I could fall in love with this girl, too, I thought. We were taking a break and lay in the middle of the living room floor.“You are a lot more fun when you’re naked,” Faith said, scooting over and laying her head on my chest.“Okay,” I said. “Thanks, I.