Marianne stepped around behind me and slowly slid the zipper of my dress down and I felt a pair of hands softly touching my breasts; caressing them bu...t not squeezing or pinching, just softly using their palms to caress my already engorged nipples. Oh God, Marianne was right; the sensations were far more intense without the distractions of visual stimuli.Marianne had pulled the zipper all the way down. I felt the cooler air on the bare skin of my lower back as the dress parted slightly but for. She moved her hands, slowly, from her face, looked up into ancient eyes, almost blue, like a fall day before a first hesitant snow. Clear, yet not. Clouds, but not yet. The fury contained inside was gone now, latent, manifest, pyroclastic eyebrows arched, an old face lined with sedimentary strata – fragmented by eons, by time unimaginable. Wild hair, storm-streaked and long, long – hanging like tendrils of smoke long. A coarse cloak or tunic, like burlap but woven from the fabric of… what? The. I turned on the water and Janice joined me. She took her washcloth and began to wash my face, then my shoulders, then my chest. She stopped to play with my nipples. Then she said that she wanted to get clean also. I grabbed my washcloth, gave a perfunctory wipe to her face and shoulders. Then I headed straight for her tits. These were the first tits I had ever felt. Janice cautioned me to take it slow. I tried, but lack of experience wasn’t helping here. When she started washing my cock and. It filled my small cavern up. He removed the probe and I didn’t squeeze hard enough to keep the douche in- I spilled, partially on him. The mess was unforgivable. He looked at me and said, “Do that again BatGirl and I will make this hurt. Fortunately, you are not that dirty, but as punishment, you must now hold the next load of water until I return after changing. Don’t you dare let anything leak.” He filled me up and left. A few minutes of strained muscles went by and then he returned,.