It didn’t take her long. Her hips lifted up off the bed, the stomach muscles tensed, the thighs clenched around her hand. She made no sound. After the spasms were over she got up off the bed. “Come into the bathroom,” she said. She walked across the room, and turned to see him following. “On your knees, of course,” she said curtly.
He fell to his knees and crawled after her. In the bathroom she told him to turn on the shower. She took off her knickers, stepped into it and ordered him to follow. “Wash me,” she said. “But don’t touch me improperly. If your c**k gets big I shall whip it.”
He concentrated on his task, soaping and rinsing her breasts, her belly, her thighs, her bottom, daring to put his hand between her legs, but only to wash her, hoping that this was what was required, willi
