"Mmm! Have I been a bad girl, Master?" Grace whimpered, playfully.

"Mhmm," he grunted, so turned on by her display of s.e.xuality.

"Well, then you should punish your naughty, little genie." She bent over against the sink, while pus.h.i.+ng her a.s.s out back to him.

Stephen gave it a few more playful smacks, and she moaned louder with every slap.

"I love your hands on me," she moaned after the last smack, leaving Stephen with a seriously stiff erection.

"I love everything about you," he responded, hoa.r.s.ely, loving the s.e.xy little show she was providing.

Grace didn't miss out on the tent in his shorts for very long. With a moment, her hand was reaching out, and stroking him through the fabric. "Why don't you get the water running? I'll take care of my friend here until it's up to temperature." The look in her eyes was pure seduction.

Stephen gulped and reached out to fumble with the k.n.o.bs, setting them to the correct positions for a steamy, hot shower. While he worked, he could feel his gym shorts sliding down his body, and then suddenly, a wet sensation on the tip of his c.o.c.k. He turned back around to see Grace already watching him, with the tip completely enclosed by her mouth.

"That's a sight I will never get tired of," he said, admiringly, while watching her work.

"How's that water temperature coming?" She grinned, before smacking his c.o.c.k against her tongue several times.

"Almost there," he managed, feeling the water start to heat up.

"Good, I'm feel so hot right now, Stephen. I need you so badly."

Stephen chose not to argue the logic of being hot and stepping into a hotter shower, mostly because he didn't care. All the blood that mattered was filling his erection and Grace was trying her hardest to suck it completely down her throat.