“Better, it depends on your perspective. There are a great number of worlds. Some are light. Some are dark. Some rich with potential. Some dying and... cracked.” He grinned at me as he came back around the alter. Somehow, he had moved so that I was pinned - his arms were on either corner of the alter, my butt pressed against the edge of it. I could touch his too perfect arms or I could try and scramble up on the alter. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t look away from his eyes. I couldn’t stop. Wow, that is one big shower! How many people can you fit in that thing?”“Not sure actually, we’ve never had more than six in at once,” I replied with a laugh. “Master makes us space out our showers a bit and actually wash instead of just having a giant orgy in the shower every day. We usually save that kind of action for the bed since it’s more comfortable. As for your other question, Marian will bind us to the block for playtime, but Master never has. Of course, I don’t think anyone has asked. He started with my shoulders; washing them very gently massaging the soap onto my soft skin. He continued working his way down my back giving me little soft kisses as he went. He reached my lower back and stopped for a second, I turned my head over my shoulder to see him staring at my firm ass. “Well aren't you going to wash it for me?” I asked smiling back at him.“Of course I am Mom, but you don't rush someone who is looking a piece of art.” I must admit that this made me blush; the complement. “I don’t want to,” he grinned as he waggled his penis, “I like having a wank when I’m bored…just like you do!”“What?” I asked incredulously, “What do you mean by that?”“Ooh Robbie, ooh Robbie, harder…harder, YES, YES…ooh Robbie fuck me...FUCK ME!” He giggled as he mimicked my voice. Shocked that he had heard me fanaticising about the singer Robbie Williams, I held my hand to my mouth. “You know…when you’re drunk and think I’m asleep?” He continued, “Ooh Robbie…deeper, deeper…fuck me harder.
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