You look so sexy with the water running over your head, over your breasts and tummy and running off your pussy between your legs. The look in your ey... and the look of your face are precious as you stand there bound in the shower waiting for me to take you. I move in and kiss you hard and deep as I grab your breast in my hand and massage it as you moan into my mouth. Your pleasure has begun as I take your body and pleasure it and make it mine.Her:As I'm tied, I can feel my pussy wet and beg. "You!" he started, trying to rise from the bed but finding that he was held down by invisible bonds.The woman looked at him, still dressed in the skin tight black that she had worn earlier in the confessional. While she remained beautiful, there was something undeniably sinister and inhuman about her now ... her eyes a little too bright, her smile a little too knowing..."Did you not call to me, priest? Did you not call out for me in your fevered imagination as you plundered my body?" she asked. He had been a real devil as a child, always climbing, always running, being outdoors. When he was in his new room he worked out that he could go out at night without his mother knowing. That’s what he did, first as a challenge to himself, then as a turn on. His night time wanderings had shown him several houses where people got naked without closing their curtains or blinds. He guessed they thought nobody would see them, or maybe he wondered if they in fact wanted to be seen. He had found four. He carries their suitcase for the night, opens the door, and allows Emma to walk into the vestibule. As she looks around the entrance, Donald drops the suitcase to the floor, closes the door and spins Emma to have her back to it.Then he starts to kiss her. Just a beginning peck which leads to deep, deep, never-ending kisses between them. Emma’s arms are around his neck as she leans against the door almost swooning from the feel of his lips and tongue greedily devouring her. They go on this.