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was commanding and in utter control.  I had to comply.  I wanted nothing more than to comply.  I’d wished I’d seen this side of her sooner.  Donna was so sexy.  She made my body ache.  Donna smiled when I touched myself, so I touched myself more.
    The shower water was scalding hot, and Donna adjusted it to be cooler.  She soaped up my enormous breasts once more while I played with myself.  It felt warm and wonderful, but I couldn’t enjoy it. 
    “Please let me stop,” I pleaded.
    “No.”
    I was ashamed of my arousal.  Donna’s fingers glided silkily over my nipples, and my hand discovered a circular motion that my new cunt found quite pleasing.
    "Umm," Donna said.  "I think you like that."
    "No, I don't," I lied.
    "Yeah, sure.”
    I kept my gaze on her feet.  There was no way to hide my arousal from her now.  I didn't have to look her in the eyes, though.  I didn’t have to telegraph my embarrassing arousal and the titanic yearning for her that consumed my soul.
    “Don’t stop,” Donna said.  “Such a little bitch you are.  A rapist-bitch.”
    Grabbing shampoo from the shelf, Donna sudsed up my hair.  I continued to touch myself.  Her fingers massaged my scalp, and I got even more excited.  Still, I kept my gaze downward.  I couldn’t let Donna see how much I adored her.
    "Look up at me," Donna said.  I didn't comply.  She reached down and pulled up my chin.  Her bathing suit was soaked, and she looked like a sea goddess in a layer of sealskin.  Donna's thighs were as wonderful as I remembered, and more.  For the first time, the outlines of her nipples were visible through the tight one-piece bathing suit.  She towered over me like a giant statue—majestic.  Donna sneered down at me, and I lapped it up like a dog, grateful for even a speck of attention.
    My fell out as Donna pulled the straps of her bathing suit down and sprung her tits loose.  Donna had naturally dark skin, but all her surf time left her with deep tan lines.  Her breasts were the hue of heavily creamed coffee.  My hand moved more rapidly between my legs, feverishly. 
    “Yeah, you want me,” Donna said.  “I knew it.  You are one lust-filled bitch.”
    “No,” I said softly…and unconvincingly.
    Donna continued to peel down the second-skin bathing suit, bunching it up to slide it past her hips.  When I got a glimpse of her cunt, my mouth watered.  The suit landed with a plop on the shower stall floor, and she kicked it behind her.
    Pulling the showerhead out of its cradle, Donna rinsed the suds out of my hair, her hips tortuously close to my face.  My eyes were dead even with her jutting hipbones, and I ached to kiss her there.  When my hair was free of shampoo, Donna put the showerhead back in its cradle.  The streams of water bounced off her perky bosom and cascaded down to me while I knelt there, still playing with myself in front of her, as she’d commanded.  Donna became the most beautiful waterfall in the natural world.
    Donna ran a hand along my temple and said, "You have to say you're sorry.  You need to apologize."
    "I'm sorry," I moaned, arousal making it difficult to speak.
    "No," Donna said.  "Not to me.  Apologize at the scene of the crime."  Donna lifted a leg over my shoulder.  She pressed her cunt to my face, and pulled my head to her.
    She gave me what I'd wanted all along.  That beautiful cunt, where I’d trespassed and sinned, was now only inches from my lips.  Donna was brazen in her stance, and she had the most confident and self-assured cunt I’d ever seen.
    "Yes Donna," I said.  “I’m sorry for what I did.”  Grabbing hold of her thigh, I kissed the inside of her lean leg,  Her skin was as smooth as her pussy.  I couldn't linger long on her gorgeous, tone leg—delightful as it was.  I had to bring my lips to hers, just had to.  She seemed to feel the same.  Donna's powerful legs flexed as she pressed her hips to me, her confident gash smiling at me