You had sat, l' hack orange bandaging you on the eyes, you m' intended to breathe, you heard my glance on you, you knew that I darted my eyes on your open legs… I asked you to rise, I guided you and said to you to put yourself vis-a-vis the wall. during a time which seems to me interminable, you m' intend to move, m' to move away, bring me closer. j' open the door. you believe that I will leave but I do not move. I play the game. and you are well obliged d' in doing as much " Not, not,… " is not touched; suddenly you hear the noise of l' water a long moment; you think that I go doucher but not I return by behind and a hand between your thighs slips delicately, just in l' entrjambes, without anything to touch…, you feel me m' to kneel and go up my light breath of the line of your buttocks to your nape of the neck. you m' intend to say d' a raucous voice that I did not know myself… not yet: COME… while taking you the hand, my hand is soft and firm but precise. I bring you closer to this noise d' water and make you enter under the shower. curiously I do not wet myself. you wait. you tressailles, you m' intend to take an object, and to pose it. then long seconds spend which seem to you an eternity. and sudden my hand returns by behind between your legs…, c' is good, c' is soft, that slips then I go up by the dimension of my hand and cherishes you intermibablement your entrefesses. and all gently each one of my fingers s' decree in your intimacy. your legs tremble… you want to touch me your mains.je say you not… I withdraw my hand of the line of your buttocks and plates you the hands on the wall " do not move, have confidence I will not be done badly, I do not want to be qu' in plaisir." I t' drawn aside the legs slightly so that you t' offers with me and I start again the dance of the hand. then l' other joint with its binocular. my fingers return effleurer one by one your ring which slackens. I feel that you T ' habitues.je direction your legs to quiver, I t' intend to groan and that m' exalte even more. " j' have, there, for you, an elixir marvelously soft, an oil of which I will be used for myself to wash you, with my manner, without any prohibited piece… " I make run some drops of this oil to the hollow of your kidneys, I look at them slipping on your buttocks, between your buttocks, as a caress… " say, My Mie, say My Bitch, feel you this liquid to slip in you? " … I slip the little finger, it slips. I feel you to contract you. I t' alleviate (sic!!!) by giving you a kiss on your fall of kidneys. I continue with each one of my fingers without going too far, just with the limit, just to feel the moment when I will be able m' to insert in you. " say me with your corps" …. then doucementtu camber you. my hand n' is that velvet .je directs a few seconds the shower on you just so that l' huite is spread on your buttocks. " I go you prendre" and at the same time my index slips into your belly. c' is like if c' was a usual caress whereas never you n' would have thought that possible. your bottom s' give up and moves timidly on my finger. " you are with me, I am with you, I have just proven it to you, we speak the same language, c' is certain, respects my rate/rhythm and I will respect the tien, c' is of this time it which we have need, you and me…