"You up for it, boy?" I said to my dick. "Yep" said Bonds. I damn near jumped out of my skin. "What the fuck are you doing in here?" "Just watching." ...e said. He was sitting on the loveseat in the furthest corner of my room, but about to slide to the floor. He was blasted. As I watched, he passed out right in the seat. I sighed with relief as Chyna came out of the bathroom. I turned up the classical music that I'd turned on earlier to drown Bonds out and confronted the naked Rubenesque woman. When you like, feel free to comment cleverly on her pretty pussy etc., and you can then even 'help' her adjust her clothes."We sat opposite her and chatted about nothing for a while as we watched the pitcher leak its wetness across and saturate her small top. Slowly, the wet area expanded across her chest until one nipple was visible thru the cooling, soaked top. Of course, she didn't notice, yet she shifted the pitcher onto the other tit to cool and soak it. Both nipples hardened conspicuously. She wore a very fitted white latex blouse that was unbuttoned to the top of the corset. Her sleeves were French cuffed and her long fingers were encased in a pair of black latex gloves. She had reapplied her makeup - from the normal professionally subdued to dramatic. The makeup was not too trashy, but reminded me of fashion model. Around her neck was a silver choker of perhaps three inches in width, with a ring hanging from the center. From the ring, a. "Gotta go pee," I mumbled."Excellent idea; hang on, and I'll join you," Sheila said, as she threw the quilt back and climbed out of bed. "We might as well take a shower since we're already up," Sheila suggested while grabbing towels and soap from the closet.Three members of the kitchen crew hard at work preparing breakfast were the only other people up and about in the hour before sunrise. We had the showers to ourselves.We dried each other off after our morning scrub, and Sheila suggested,.