<strong>Aaron Streiburg<br/>Second floor bedroom to Second floor shower<br/>With Dannie and Spencer</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1180.photobucket.com/albums/x401/callmecapone/77-dress-shirt-tie.jpg)</div>Just as Aaron was catching his breath Spencer darted her tongue out, gliding it and the smooth ball of her tongue stud across his most sensitive cock. He sat upright with a gasp, leaning back onto his elbows as he watched her mouth envelope him, her lips tugging and stretching the soft flesh. He couldn't help but moan loudly as she cleaned him, his eyes glancing down at her and then up into Dannie's, smiling at the satisfied look in the young half-Asian's eyes.<br/><br/>When Spencer finally pulled off of him it was like Aaron finally had a breath of fresh air.<br/><br/>"<strong>Now, let's see what we can do for you Dannie. Is there anything that you want specifically?</strong>" The blonde's accent had grown thick, which sort of amused Aaron, truth told. He smiled, though, looking up at the tall bed posts. He swiveled off the mattress, grabbing his tie. He stepped around behind her, wrapping his arms about her waist so he could move the young woman closer to the edge of the bed and to the middle (wow, women were light). Without saying a word he slipped his tie about Dannie's eyes, the edges of it slightly cold and damp from Aaron's own sweat, and tied it behind her head. He made sure her hair fell around the tie, then reached up to the bed post and grabbed one of the delicately designed ropes. He looped it about Dannie's wrists, making sure to knot it that it was tight enough it wouldn't fall apart on its own, but not so as to cut off her circulation or limit her movement too much. He then did the same with the other wrist, allowing Dannie enough slack to either keep sitting up or lay down closer to the bed's center.<br/><br/>He then stood up straight, smiling. "You girls should have a lovely time with that," he said with a grin. He only then started to notice his own body's state, completely slathered in his sweat, and his crotch feeling sticky and messy with at least three different kinds of human fluids all over it. He looked across the floor for his clothes, gathering them up. "I myself have to be getting a shower, I think. If there's anything else you need, just check under the bed." He winked at Spencer, then stepped out into the hallway.<br/><br/>He suddenly felt, well,<em>naked</em>, looking around in hopes that no one was around. He didn't know why he'd suddenly feel so shameful of himself, and so darted between the rooms, looking in until he found the bathroom. It was huge, decorated with ivory and gold. He closed the door, not bothering to lock it, and dropped his clothes onto the floor. The shower was huge, surrounded by glass walls. Completely see through. He stepped in, starting the water. It was instantly warm, and felt absolutely divine against Aaron's sweat drenched flesh. He smiled, grabbing the body wash off the side of the wall and a louffa hanging from the shower head.