Blackmon had been inspired by a device used to wash camera film. The device was a tank that was slowly filled from a faucet. When the water reached ne...r the top, a syphon pipe would empty the tank, flushing the tank clean and allowing the cycle to begin again.In Blackmon's version the tank was much bigger. Water from a copper pipe slowly filled a beautiful copper tub. The tub was suspended by a rope and pulleys, the same rope that was attached to Page's hands. A cubic meter of water weighs. He had picked some new song about the money flowing and bottles popping. It was catchy she’d give him that. The crowd also appeared to love it as she began her routine. Halfway through her set she didn’t have one stitch of clothing on, not even a pasty. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Leaning back in his seat, Eryk absent mindedly stroked his cock through the outside of his slacks. His new pet was dancing her last dance on this stage and he fully. Sis stood up and told me to sit on the shower bench. I followed her instruction, my cock pointing at the ceiling. Sis turned away and sat on my cock, guiding it in with a hand between her legs. She slid slowly down my shaft until her soft ass was on my legs. My head fell back against the ceramic wall as she started rocking her hips, grinding her tight pussy on my throbbing cock. I could really get used to this. Sis hung her head forward as she rode me. My hands steadied her firm hips. Her. You stopped.“Now bend down and lift up the bowl. Remember that any spillages you will again need to clean up.” He watched as i carefully lifted the bowl and stood again.“i am sorry Sir.” i said as i dribbled a little over the edge.“Do it after. Now i want you to take a mouthful, just one, and swallow it.”i couldn’t help but look quickly at him uncomprehendingly. He simply nodded. i could feel my breathing quicken as the unexpected direction filled my thoughts. i swallowed saliva. looked at him.