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Simon, I expect this misbehavior to stop right now. Without turning off the shower, I padded out, naked, silently over to the door, which she was unbelievably still pounding on, challenging my manhood still.

Her hands were still at her stomach, so I quickly yanked the yellow robe off her shoulders and down to her hands.

Slender, blonde, shapely and taut, with slim legs, full hips, small waist and pert, conical b-cup breasts, her body was begging for recognition.

And the full-length mirror I had caught her posing before, that first time, told me that she was aware of her appeal too.

She tried to hold her legs together, retain some vestige of dignity, but I placed my torso between them as I worked.s how it will work. You'll simply show up and wait for me to tell you what to do. I may also wish to test you on your memory of this lesson. She was still lying naked in the bathtub, handcuffed, with one leg raised and bound, the other leg trapped beneath me. She squealed briefly, then looked relieved and relaxed.

Simon, I expect this misbehavior to stop right now. Without turning off the shower, I padded out, naked, silently over to the door, which she was unbelievably still pounding on, challenging my manhood still.

Her hands were still at her stomach, so I quickly yanked the yellow robe off her shoulders and down to her hands.

Slender, blonde, shapely and taut, with slim legs, full hips, small waist and pert, conical b-cup breasts, her body was begging for recognition.

And the full-length mirror I had caught her posing before, that first time, told me that she was aware of her appeal too.

Her heavy breathing continued for a while, snot bubbling through her nose and spattering her reddened face. (Of course, I was young.) Liz was a slob of a housemate, yet self-righteous, small-minded, and hypocritical.