He had voided and it was a mess. The smell was him. There was a big claw footed tub upstairs ... biggest one he'd even seen ... big enough for two peo...ple. He could lay down in it and not hit his head or touch his feet to the ceramic coating on the 1/4 inch thick cast iron. Not that he'd been in it yet.The down stairs bath was one of those shower tubs ... cast iron ... circular with a brass ring for a shower curtain. The baths ... the two he knew about ... were additions paid for by the interest. ?Oh my, aren’t those long nipples just darlings?? Chelsea flushed immediately, ?You pull on them when you masturbate, don’t you? When you put a finger between that little slit and rub until you—ah, that is ? as I was saying, your expected reality does not exist anymore and your survival depends upon you learning to adjust rather quickly to a new reality. Place your clothes inside the drawer.?Chelsea was worried about permanently losing her clothes, but she knew she really had no choice. The. I tried to wake her and put the kettle on but she was completely out of it. I therefore decided it would be best to put her to bed. Carrying her up the stairs I looked down at her gorgeous face and even nicer body as I entered the bedroom. The bed was unmade and the room was strewn with clothing including bras and panties. A typical single girl I thought. I lay her on the bed and she moaned before appearing to fall back to sleep.Now any nice man would have left her on her bed and gone home.. He waited patiently, gently rubbing her back. When he was satisfied she was ready, he began slowly thrusting in and out of her, gaining speed as she became wetter and wetter. Soon he was pounding into her, pushing against her cervix and pulling her by her hips to meet his thrusting. Her tender breasts bounced back and forth, the chain of the clamps jingling against her collar. The harder his thrusts, the more her breasts bounced painfully. Seeing her discomfort, her reached under her and.