She felt an almost uncontrollable desire to go to sleep. This in spite of her mind swarming with thoughts like a disturbed wasps’ nest. She knew what had happened; she had reached a powerful orgasm, and it had been just as if she had hooked into a high voltage line. She had been aroused for days and release, when it came, had been as sudden as a thunderbolt.

She closed her eyes and nodded. A moment later, Tod’s hands were on her shoulders, turning her around so the soap would wash off She was as obedient as a small sleepy child. Then there came the velvetlike softness of a wash cloth gently rubbing between her legs as it rinsed the soap suds from her still slightly pulsating cunt. She winced when the cloth as soft as it was… accidentally brushed against her clitoris. The organ was overly sensitive now; any touch there was painful for the moment. Then the hissing hot water was turned off

Tod began toweling her dry, treating her as if she were an infant being dried after a bath. The roughness of the towel began bringing a new life to her body; it felt, she decided, very, very sensual. Warm, comfortable, and for the moment satisfied, she permitted him to do anything he wanted. She even stood on tiptoe to help, when he rubbed the towel between the cheeks of her ass. She was all too aware that he still had his mammoth erection, and dully she wondered if he wanted to be “relieved”.

Tod wadded up the towel and threw it into the corner of the shower. Then, without saying a word, he picked up Sylvia and carried her out of the stall, through the bathroom, and to the king-sized bed. He carried her as effortlessly as a rag doll. Feeling like a little girl, which she knew was pretty ridiculous considering her Amazon-like body, Sylvia put her head against his hairy chest. She closed her eyes and gave herself to the sensation of his erect cock rubbing across her buttocks with each step he took.