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You are on the edge of death. It gets colder and colder. You are scared. The wetness from Your pussy is starting to bead and bulge in Your anal canal. The need is strong. Is there no way out for You? You are dying to be touched.. but cannot think of that. You gasp softly as You feel the slippery slick of an an Anal Grop. You want to rock on your knees in the shower. The floor feels cold. You wanted to please Me so much. The best thing to do is to close your eyes and thrust out your throat as loud and as fast as You can. You just can’t stand it. You are terrified.The Gentle Whisperer walks to the bed and removes his pants.

Without a word he kneads Your left butt cheek firmly and then rests his left hand on Your back butt and slowly rises to return once again.. and without warning, once again.. you freeze. You have your ass hard and the sensation is mirrored in your pussy. You start panting again, but this time it is for a very temporary thrill rather than for endorphins. Lifting one hand from Your buttressing it brings You back to the bed. Lifting the other to cradle Your left butt cheek firmly the Gentle Whisperer raises it to rest on Your back butt. A moment or two has passed and you don’t notice. At least not until he moves his hand away. "Not very nice behaviour for a gentleman when you are a beautiful young woman," he remarks. "You have to be more careful with men." You protest. "I know, but you are the one who made me a gentleman." He chuckles. "Well, you will have to be more careful.

I could see just how to instill shame on such manners," he remarks, "My pleasure." "Thank You," you respond, your indignation obvious in their voices. "Go to the bathroom and clean up the dishes while I get dressed and get you a dress." "Yes, Sir," is my reply. He shakes my hand and smiles, tells me to follow him and we leave. I do as he directs and head for the bathroom. The next morning I walk into the same hallway, the one with the stairs and the bathroom in it. He had given me instructions to go to this room earlier in the day. There I take a quick shower and dress in whatever is ordered to be worn by the Gentle Men. I quickly shower and shave my legs. When I return to the room I quickly place my face and hands in a dry state. I notice the reminder of his instructions in the corner of my mind. I quickly move the water's heat in the shower to medium and start the water. I stay on my knees, with my head bowed, listening to the softly wafting stream out the door. I begin to quickly slide the cloth from my hair. I realize that I haven't even covered my body yet..