Doggy Style

"Honey, don't you want to be fresh and clean?"

"Well, yes, but there!?!?"

"Let me tell you, if you're not clean everywhere then that's going to be a big turnoff for the performers."

"OK, I guess."

"Guess nothing. You just hush up and let me finish you off. I don't want to hear another peep out of you. Now bend over and grab the rings again. We're going to do that one more time."

Debbie returned for the second time and led Steve to the shower stall in the opposite corner. She turned the water on and in no time had him lathered up. She held a shower nozzle in one hand and her other hand went quickly over his body. One finger slipped into his ass, then another. Steve jumped a little but didn't say anything. She soaped up his cock and he became semi-erect. Finally, she rinsed him off.

"That's much better."

She toweled him off and Steve was enjoying the ministrations. She gave him a close shave that felt great.

"OK, sit here and let me do your face." She motioned to the padded table in the center of the room.

Steve didn't say anything but his eyes went wide.

Debbie turned around and pulled out a clipboard with a packet of papers. Steve recognized the form he filled out. He clearly saw in his handwriting "doggy style". He blushed to see his fantasy written there and he turned away.

"Now isn't this you, 'Steve Smith'?" She pointed at the two words. "Isn't this what you asked for?"

Steve stared at the floor. "Yes."

"OK, now not another peep. Put this on."

She handed him something like a headband with fuzzy white ears. OK, Steve thought to himself, they're dressing me up in a costume. He thought about it a minute and guessed he could get into it. Debbie did something to his face then put a cardboard mask over it, secured by an elastic band in the back.

"That's just so you don't mess up your face. You can take it off when we're all done."