“Fresh.” I reach for my sponge glove, the one I use when I
shower. “I may not show you my new trick.”
“How’d an old bitch like you learn a new trick?”
“Hush.” I submerge my gloved hand into the semi-scalding water,
getting it wet and soapy. The bubbles are high, almost up to my elbow. I
begin to stroke your stressed body with the glove, cleaning and massaging
your skin. You glow pink and smile.
“Ah! That feels so good, sweetheart,” you whisper, a little catch
in your voice.
“How ’bout this?” I squeeze the sponge around your cock, very
…End of the part6. To be continued..