From her shoulders, her belly, up to her breasts, down to her crotch. It is soothing, it is still weird, but she doesn’t try to stop it. Although it... is intimate, it is not sexual. The girl is washing every inch of her, and although it is not something she would ever let a stranger do to her, she does not try to stop it. It just does not feel wrong. Hiroko is not coming on to her, simply giving her a thorough bath. Hiroko moves around in front of her, places one hand under her left leg and. As she passed I stood transfixed, noticing the split in her dress that rode high to the top of the thigh, giving a teasing glimpse of toned and exquisite black stocking-clad legs, only accentuated further by her impressive heels.I couldn't help but notice the subtle dart of her eyes beneath her lashes, beyond her mask, as though eyeing me from tip to toe. My eyes followed as she passed by, intently watching her every step. The hypnotic snake of her hips and sensual flow of her wonderful dress. "That's right, squeeze my balls...pull 'em hard...like pickin' apples from a tree. Yeah! Keep suckin' my fuckin' cock...harder! Come on, suck that cock...eat it. Fuck yeah! You mine now, bitch!"Gerald had never been so aroused and so frightened at the same time. He felt himself falling back as the hard tool pummelled his mouth and winced as he sat on the grass with a bump. Sharp twigs dug into his buttocks and back as he was ground down before the primal energy of this force of nature."Stick. Frightened, she stepped back a half step.“You’re very pretty. Don’t you think I will do my best to keep all of you safe?”“I don’t know.”An honest reply. She didn’t know if I would bail on them to save myself. And she was worried.“Come with me.”She blanched fearfully, but followed. In the living room, I sat her on my sofa while I faced her from my leather chair. Nervously, she kept that sweater pressed against her stomach, as if it were armor shielding from my unwanted advances. Yet that.