He washed her from the edge of her shower cap, down her face and neck, to her body, and down her legs. He rinsed her clean, and turned her around, so ...he could clean the front part of her body. He went down her neck and shoulders, to her tummy, and Mons, and down her legs, again, making sure that all the soap was gone from her. He put a tiny bit of the soap in his hand and pushed lightly on her thighs, to get her to open them, so he could finish washing her. He took his hand and rubbed the soap. .. but over the past month she had grown on him to the point where he actually found himself caring for her. He remembered his original intentions and how he simply planned on turning Heather into his sex slave but now he wanted to make things right.Heather was currently trapped in a curse that didn't allow her to cum unless he was filling one of her holes with his hard dick. He was cursed with not being able to get it up. It didn't matter whether he was fucking her pussy, her mouth, or even. It was the last rejection that set her off. Towards the bottom she read,"P'S. Instead of writing these annoying letters that are so childish. Why don't you go be a good little girl and play with your dolls instead of bothering us big TV stars?" She was outraged. He had just insulted her by referring to her as a little girl and not a woman. It was then that Jenny had an idea. Part revenge, part obsessed fan, and part crazy woman drove her to it. In the plan it involved a remodeling of her old. And she'll keep watching us all evening. So either we leave now, and call it a night, or we pretend a little bit longer." What would we have to do?" he asked anxiously."Come sit down, we'll talk about it."They managed to find a couple of unoccupied chairs and appropriated them. They sat facing each other around the edge of a small table. "Right, well we've got to pretend to be in love. This means we've got to physically touch. So right now, put your hand up and stroke my cheek." He did so and.