After the initial shock of the frigid-feeling water, meant to mimic the effect of emerging from the sauna and rolling in the snow, Master moderated the temperature coming out of the outlets up to normal shower temperature. Hands began to rub and explore slick bodies. Shower gel was broken out, and bodies became slippery. Kat’s hand went over to her Master’s c**k, which was erect and had reached its full nine-and-a-half inch length. He leaned over and kissed her.
When all the soap was washed off, Paul ordered them out of the shower and told them to line up and kneel. The terrazzo floor was wet and slick from all the water they dripped on it, making intercourse probably out of the question. No, Kat thought, this is going to be a “Popeye” situation. “I’ll suck to the finish ‘cause I ate my s
