I stroked down, digging my finger into my juicy tunnel.I stroked down, digging my finger into my juicy tunnel. I drew back, rubbing hard against my clit. I rubbed. I dreamed. I rubbed harder, faster. I was just cumming. My urges had built until I didn't know what I was doing, I didn't care what I was doing. As long as I was cumming, it felt great. And I came. I dropped my hands to my sides and opened my eyes. All the sisters were crowded around to get a good look at me. Remembering my instructions, I stood up on the bench, curtsied to their applause and thanked them for allowing me to cum so nicely. My mistresses lead me upstairs. They brought me into what looked like a locker room. It must have taken up a third of the second floor of the house. It was all tiled, with several dressing stalls, several wooden benches. There were two padded tables like a doctor's examination table. There was a sauna in one corner. They motioned me into the shower room. It was at least 10 feet square, with two rows of shower spigots around the three sides. Mistress President turned on the master control and I was instantly drenched. |