Normally I would be too sensitive, but now it just felt god-like! “That was fantastic,” I said looking down at her. She stood up, looking all cum-...covered and very sexy. “Come help me wash this off,” she said as she lead me to the shower. We got in and turned on the water. She had a huge shower with two shower heads, one for each of us. “Well, you are the one responsible for this so you have to wash me off,” she said. “You couldn’t be more right!” I said as I reached for the soap. I lathered up. For Vera herself was acutely aware of the differences between being optimistic and merely having a misty optic. Her long gone husband had at least wakened her to that reality. 'No,' she found herself reasoning, 'It's simple accounting.’ Within her wrap of fanciful hope, seeing his silver goose finally being marshaled into its loft, she noticed the perspiring of hands. Momentarily returning to the safe confines of her tabernacle of non-sacrifice, she second guessed her chosen attire. Not yet. I asked him why he is tying me up. He did not answer. I felt rope being tied to my ankle. I tried to pull my legs, but it was too late. . He pulled the rope to spread my thighs real wide and tied to the rope to the lower railing. This caused some discomfort to me as I tried to close my thighs in vain. When I asked why he is tying me as I will not resist anything and surrender to him, he answered that this is to ensure that he can enjoy me to the fullest extent in any which way he likes and I. She sits up, and I sighed in momentary disappointment, and she reached behind her and undid her bra as I watch. Her breasts free, she looks into my eyes and squeezed her right breast, then tweaks her nipple until it hardens, letting me watch her, enjoying the feeling, letting me know it was I who made her so horny. She kept looking into my eyes, now droopy with lust and desire, and then reached down and massaged her pussy through her lacy white thong. I waa mesmerised, as she hoped I would be,.