Three kinds of crapper, including one of those French things—squirts water up your ass, or in the case of the ladies, washes their pussy—what d'ya...call 'em?" Bidet," snapped Fiona. "Where's Hack? Where's my husband?" Yeah. Bee day. And a shower big enough for four, and a spa bath. I ain't never been so clean. Good job they got a generator that could run a battleship and enough water to float one."Max grinned at the two women. Their wet clothes had started to steam in the warm, dry, air."You. Her blonde and brown highlighted hair, so sensual and wet after bathing. Pretty blue eyes, unable to make eye contact with me. Pale skin, just a touch of plumpness after childbirth. But thin and petite.And Ella, 18, but she looks and acts so much younger. Pampered and spoiled rotten her whole life, she has always gotten away with staying innocent and girly. So baby-faced, her body so small. Dusky almond skin, but paler where she wears a one-piece swimsuit all the time, such erotic tan lines.. Amanda Holliday was one of the nurses who gave him the most grief aboutbeing a man in a what she considered to be an all female profession andhe had taken great delight when he had lifted the obviously expensivehosiery from her locker earlier in the day. Michael was always the firstto show up for work so he could rummage around the nurses change room tosee if there was anything worth snowdropping."Fuck me I've lost another pair of me best sheers!" Amanda exploded asshe slammed her locker door. Witchy asked her if she preferred to be tied up and my wife nodded her head yes. Now in times past it was well known we all but had to nearly fight with her to get to this stage and I always assumed my wife hated being tied and bound up!Hell she didn’t hate she loved it and wanted it that way.Witchy and I then just went to her legs and she raised them up and spready them wide open as she could freely and openly this time as we tied her legs and feet up and out in the air, making her pussy as.