Turning to the other box, marked towels, you pull a washcloth and bath towel from within an older apartment having no bath, but a huge ceramic tile sh...ower. Hastily spray down the shower with cleaner before turning on the water full blast. Great, no fresh underwear, I hate this bitch for making me do this. You undress and step into the shower. The hot water pelting your skin feels amazing. The stem sooths and released tension and makes the soreness from the day’s activities start to melt away.. I would make a plan and if the opportunity came I would lure a female into my home and keep her as my sex slave. Her sole purpose from the day I have her in my possession will be purely for my sexual pleasure. She will be fed and kept alive only so I can have sex with her. My depression and social issues have left me with no choice. I’m sick of masturbation and paying for sex. As an adult I have these feelings. Its very stressful and makes my depression worst to the point were I think about. She needed an old file from a high shelf (or so she said). I offered to get it for her, but she said no, but would I steady the stepladder as she went up. Of course I would! As I stood at the bottom she climbed up. Great! I could see hear heels and stockings close up. She got her file and then said "I hate coming in here, it gets dust all over my shoes". She was still up the ladder so I took my chance and said "Well while I'm here I'll give them a clean". I did it with a cheeky grin so I didn't. ” I just sat there like an idiot. “Make you a deal," Kate added, "you wear this for a week, and I’ll let you cum in my mouth.” That didn’t sound so bad. It had been over a year since I did that. My dick was getting hard again. I blurted out, “Okay.” My wife smiled with a huge grin. “Good. Now let’s get this on you.” She looked down at my fully erect, seven-inch cock and said, “We’ve got to get that down.” I suggested a nice, long fuck, but she had other plans. She left the room for what.