In that shower compartment completely oblivious was Jess, innocently shaving her pussy ready for bikini wearing around the boat. I didn’t say a word...as I was transfixed too as it turns out she wasn’t just shaving her pussy, she was getting properly acquainted with it. Once she’d shaved her pussy the shower came on, with one hand she held the shower head just above her crotch and her other hand rinsed off the shave cream. She seemed to forget what she was doing and started really rubbing her. She wanted her husband there. She didn’t want a stranger there. “Please say something,” she pleaded as she pulled on her bonds hoping that somehow they would give. Still no response came. “Why won’t you speak?” she asked. Suddenly the horror hit her. He wasn’t speaking because she would recognise his voice. “Oh my God, you know me don’t you?” Suddenly he touched her stomach with his finger and began drawing a letter. She recognised the letter ‘Y’ followed by the letters ‘E’ and ‘S’. “Oh my God!. Please you have to... t... Ummm!... STOP!" Sarah just managed to spit out, the erotic sensations exciting her to the point of not be able to talk.Mike wasn't listening he continued his two-finger rubbing, pressing her panties harder againest the raised pussy mound."Ummph!... Ohhh!" moaned SarahMike let go of his mothers tit, and took his hand away from her wet panties, he raised his head to look at his mothers beautiful face, she was biting her lower lip, her hair matted across her. .. but heaven'.As the next morning came and he was kept in the bed till around ten o'clock by the maids, who teased him with their tales of how they liked to inflict discipline on lowly males, then he was ushered to the bathroom by the three and into a huge shower room which issued warm inviting water from several ornate sprinklers- he was invited to wash each of them down with sweet smelling gel and a soft sponge whilst they applied shampoo, and was then allowed to wash himself. They watched.