"Legs," he directed her when she had finished his torso and arms. After soaping up his long, lean legs, he had her clean his c**k and balls. When she was finished lathering him, his c**k had grown hard and he gently took her hands and placed them on his shaft, explaining to her how he liked to be stroked. He grew even harder under her ministrations and he told her to raise her hands and stand against the wall of the shower. Ian secured her wrists to a short ring and chain bolted into the stone wall. "Stick your ass out and widen your stance for me," Ian told her firmly.
"Yes, Sir," she muttered as she took a step backward and leaned into the wall, presenting her ass to him. He reached between her legs, grabbed the cup, and removed it, setting it down in the running water to give it a good
