She looked me up and down as she approached and said, "Ray, I understand you have booked in for the salon opening offers even though they were suppose... to have finished two days ago. Never mind as this is your first visit I am sure we can accommodate you fully!"As she said this she seemed to stress the word accommodate as she seemed to open her legs a touch wider. My mind went into overdrive as she led me into the private booth. Just before she closed the door she turned and asked if I minded. He began to fill, to harden more. Reaching finally, behind him I took my soapy fingers and did clean his anus then. It was his turn to moan.Water from the shower was falling over my face, over him, rinsing us both. I know he expected it, waited for it, but still, when my lips captured the tip of his cock I heard the intake of breath above me. That small sound was my reward. I loved it.I looked up and his eyes were glued to what I was doing. What an erotic thing it is was to know he was watching. "I'm done." he said. "We can paint now."She got up and stretched. The robe was tied tightly, but her breasts thrust out, pushing the silk toward him. "What did you write your poem about?" she asked, as she began walking toward the studio."The woman." he said.She stopped and turned around. "The woman who ... you think about when we paint?" She was looking at him through lowered lashes."Yes." he answered."I think I'd like to hear that poem. Would you read it to me?" She sounded uncertain, her. He made it clear she was his property - at his beck and call, and available to do with as he chose.She had always needed it. The man she had married, and who had fathered her two children, had gone beyond chauvinism to all-out abuse. Since the divorce, she had dated a string of men who took her for granted, degraded her, and in a few cases, knocked her around. To her, that was how men were with women. It was the way of things.The degradation was a primary source of arousal for Chelly. The.