You don't know what it is, except it's something. Is it a dildo? It vibrates... continuously. But there's another feeling too. Some kind of irritant h...as obviously been applied before I inserted it. You didn't notice it at first but the itch is maddening. You'd like to scratch it, but your hands are tied behind your back. You totter to the sofa and rub your cunt on the arm desperately. I watch through the two way mirror, stroking my stiff cock through my jeans as I gaze at your curvy bum. Oh,. Rachael was just enchanting.“Jesus, Rachael. You’re more than pretty. You’re stunning!”Rachael smiled again. “You already said so.”“I know, but this time I mean it more. I mean, Jesus, Rach!”She laughed lightly. Her body relaxed from the stiffness I hadn’t noticed. “You’re funny.” Demonstrating a newfound confidence, she asked, “Aren’t you going to wash me?”I moved close again and rubbed her bare shoulders, slipping my hands to her upper arms.Rachael smiled at me, eyes bright with amusement.. The studio complex was bussing with people, a number of big budget films were being filmed, it seemed strange walking around the large studio complex and seeing faces that I had seen so often gracing the silver screen. I had only been wondering around for about twenty minutes when the mobile Jessie had given me rang."Hello!" Hi Bobby" Jessie, is something wrong?" Not really, could you come to the studio" Sure I'll be right there" I'll meet you at the door"When I arrived at studio 7 Jessie led. “Now you get to wash me,” Béla informed him, and spread her sparkling wet legs wider.“Huh?” Jake asked, not understanding.“Clean me off,” Béla commanded. “I didn’t do this for my benefit, so you need to clean up the mess.”“Oh, sure!” Jake answered, and looked around for something to use on her.“Washrag, soap, warm water,” Béla intoned, sounding bored.“Warm water?” Jake asked, finding a washrag, then turning on the faucet at the end of the somewhat aromatic bathtub.Béla squealed as cold water.