” “What’s a—?” “Hey, Jar, I gotta go. Good luck, man. And remember: cum shower.” Click. Cum shower? I thought about Googling it but I fe...t embarrassed. I knew what a shower was, that part was obvious. And I knew what cum was, thanks to another conversation with Steve when I ran into him at the Synagogue. But, how did they relate? I wanted to make my date with Angela really special. So I had to figure out what a cum shower was before I called to book her. Is that what hiring a prostitute is. Without either of us saying a word, Brett moved to his knees behind me. I arched my back slightly, inviting him to take me. Brett pulled my thong to the side and said, "oh yes" softly as he saw my asshole for the first time. I smiled to myself and stretched out my arms and leaned forward, giving him full access to me. Brett put the lubed head of his cock against my hole and rubbed it up and down. It felt amazing and I closed my eyes to concentrate on the feeling. He then put a hand on my hip. From the kitchen i heard sounds of water and the beeping of the microwave as he set the time. There was a humming as it started and i grew anxous as i waited for my reward. I then heard the microwave door open and close. Master walked back down the hall and into the bathroom."My cum slut ready for her surprise?" Yes master."I felt masters hand on my ass as he spread my butt further apart. Then in a shock i felt something firm and warm being rubbed up against my rectum. Slowly and carefully. Tucked into the skirt, which helped make it flatteringly form-fitting was a sleeveless red satin blouse with a neckline that teased the eyes while remaining professional.“Wow!” JR said. “I hope that my admiration of your appearance doesn’t offend you Rockie, but you need to be told just how beautiful you look.”The blush on her cheeks paled under the reddening of her face and neck from his compliment. “Thank you, JR. I always tried to dress in a manner that didn’t entice Brad to think that I was.