<span style="font-weight: bold">Melissa Swallower</span><br/><br/>“Easy,” Melissa laughs as Clif tries to struggle against her. “Slippery. We don’t want to find ourselves tangled up in the bottom of the tub,” she continued, and licked her lips. “Not<span style="font-style: italic">just</span>yet,” she continues, effortlessly pulling Clif close and nibbling on his ear.<br/><br/>“<span style="font-style: italic">Total</span>privacy, please, Sandy,” she calls to her sorority sister, and Clif can see Sandy’s gaze following Melissa’s to the boy leashed to the toilet. He’s shivering, squirming backwards, trying to cram himself into the space behind it.<br/><br/>“Really?” Sandy asks, unbuckling her belt, and beginning to slide her pants down her long, toned legs.<br/><br/>“Really,” Melissa confirms. “Watch this,” she instructs Clif, hugging him tightly against her, her firm  breasts squished against his back, asn the warm, warm water continues to cascade over<span style="font-style: italic">both</span>of them.<br/><br/>Groping clif, 4, 6