Her nipple touches the head of my erect cock, then moves down the shaft. My briefs are now at my feet, she removes them and rubs her breasts back up m...y body.Standing once again, she reaches for the bottle of liquid soap. Squirting the orange blossom scented soap across her breasts, she rubs it into a lather. I watch as she her hands explore her supple body, stimulating herself. Her nipples harden under her touch, her sweet nectar trickles from her slit. Stepping under the shower head opposite. She spent hours in there and sometimes I had to use Mom and Dad’s, or the one in the hallway just off the living room. It was a half bath, with no shower or tub. In this case, though, I could use our shower so I went in there and got the water running. I didn’t lock the door. I never locked the door. That had been a bone of contention in the past, too. More than once Hannah walked in on me while I was taking a leak or sitting on the toilet and went complaining to Mom about it.She wouldn’t be. Good girl, said Master. Youre right, Mistress, she is a willing little slut. When he tightened the clamps further, the pain become nearly unbearable and I did squirm noticeably. A powerful palm smack on my tender, abused pussy by Mistress refocused my attention on trying to remain still. Dont squirm unless you want your wings damaged, she told me and pulled the chain, stretching them to improbable limits. Then Master joined in, pulling on his chain to abuse my nipples to a degree they had never. My palm pressed up against the steamed up window, the scene from Titanic pops into my mind but is quickly shoved out as you thrust hard into me. The car rocks as you plunge inside me over and over again hands on my hips, fingers digging into my soft flesh the pain just intensifies the pleasure.You stop. I moan in protest but you just pull me out of the car, round to the front ‘Hands on the bonnet, don’t make a sound!’. My nipples painfully hard on the cool metal of the bonnet. Biting my lips.