They entered the shower together and washed, until she told him to kneel."Wash me" she said as he looked at her angel wings.Most of his cum had seeped...out and he held her open as she squeezed, making sure all of it was out. Then he delicately washed her. She let his skilful fingers gently probe her, until she really clean then lifted one leg up. He read her mind, helping her hook it over his shoulder as he tasted her again. This time, it was a quick orgasm, his tongue relentless in its passion. My voice only faltered a moment as the stretch took over my body; I was singing, ‘Look Down,’ from Les Miserables at the top of my lungs, only recently having seen the film when we took it out of the public library and immediately falling in love with the story and songs. Now, Jason was subjected to, ‘Who am I,’ and, ‘Master of the House,’ (among others) several times daily--but thankfully, he loved the story as much as I had and usually just joined in.Reaching for the soap, I covered my face. I gagged on his cock but he didn't stop, he just kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth until he came. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and spurted the last of his cum onto my face. Then he slid it back in my mouth "get it nice and clean, bitch boy". After he felt I had done a good enough job, he pulled up his pants and told me "next time, I'm gonna fuck that sissy ass of yours.I had just made the third guy cum and I was feeling pretty proud of myself when I turned my attention back. I then place earphones gently to her ears having made sure of the volume on my own ears first and lastly I tie a silk blindfold over her eyes robbing her of her sight. She has barely stirred at all so far and I am hard at the thought of what is to come. Those sleeping pills have worked marvellously and as an afterthought I tie each ankle to the opposite side of the spreader-bar, she does stir momentarily at the awkward position but the “water” has done its job. I get down onto the bed, a knee.