Then, suddenly, her hand, wrapped in the washcloth was around my c**k. I know that I moaned then and sort of melted into the toilet seat. Her hand was just wrapped around my shaft, and she started to gently stroke my d**k, making sure the soap was worked in.
"Sorry about this," she said, blushing but certainly feeling the s****l tension, "It needs to be cleaned and it is hard, I don't know how else to do it." Now it was my turn to blush.
"I am sorry it is hard," I said, but it just kept getting harder, even as she swirled the wash cloth around on my balls.
"Don't be," she said, then in a whisper, "Sometimes I get hard when things I shouldn't, or even don't like, happen." I nodded. Apparently we both liked to be dominated a little bit, and it weirded us both out. "You have a pretty cock.
