I barely have time to catch my breath before Master hauls me off Sir's shoulders, and plants me on my wobbly legs, "Baby, it is not going to get any cleaner in here," Master grinds out, "in fact, things are about to get pretty fucking dirty."

"But Master, I haven't cleaned either of you yet," I manage to get out, although I can feel the tension in the air - through the haze of steam I can feel the testosterone thickening the air. Oh yes, things are going to get very dirty, very fast. I'm going to need all my wits about me, I'm sure.

Without warning, Sir grips the sides of my garter in his hands - coz yep, still on - and yanks it down over my hips. Master lifts me in his arms, and they both peel my stockings down off my legs. Not going to lie, it definitely feels good to finally have them off. The skin on my legs is tingling, and Sir's hands are rubbing all over the soft skin of my calves. He has a feral look in his eyes like he could easily make a meal out of me. I'd hate to imagine what animal has taken over Master's features, but instead of fear, all I can feel is excitement, and my Vixen is stirring.

Without breaking eye contact, Sir turns off all of the faucets, and once Master has me up over his shoulder - again - he serves me a stinging slap to my still wet butt. That is definitely going to leave a nice red handprint. We stalk out of the shower and into the main bathroom. I see there are actually towels all over the floor, towels laying on the vanity, and towels waiting on the shelves. That's a lot of damn towels.

Master unceremoniously plops me down on one of the towels on the vanity, and then reaches for a spare, which he then uses to rub me down very quickly. "Baby," his voice commands, "your position."

I quickly shuffle my butt off the vanity, the sting on my butt cheek causing me to hiss through my teeth, but that's all the complaining I give, as I make my way down to the towels in the centre of the floor, and kneel in slave pose, just as I've been taught, as I've come to think of as a natural response to his Dominance. My posture is perfect - back straight, knees splayed wide, hands palm up on my thighs, eyes down.

I don't wait in position for long before hands are on my head, stroking my hair, grasping the back of my skull. Using their hands only, no words, they move me how they want me, and then stand before me, in all their fucking glorious glory. I drag my bottom lip through my teeth as I take them both in, the hunger in my eyes must be evident.

At the exact same moment, both Sir and Master take their cocks in their hands, and judging by the very serious looks on their faces, they certainly look like they're enjoying my undivided attention. The strokes of their hands are slow and steady, their eye contact like brands burning into my skin. Without thought, my palms flip on my thighs and begin rubbing in time with their movements. I pause briefly to glance at Master, to make sure that it's actually OK for me to do so, and get The Nod - of course, that is basically like cracking open Pandora's Box, and my Vixen gives a little growl of approval.

I massage the insides of my thighs, coming right up onto my knees so that I can run my hands all over my body, which is still wet and slightly soapy from the shower. I lean my head back and arch out my chest as I bring my hands up to my breasts, kneading them with my fingers and giving my nipples a little tweak. The boys want a show? I'll give them a show. I bring my left foot out, so I'm balancing on one knee, running my hands back down my ribs, and over my ass, giving my cheeks a bit of a squeeze as I lift my pelvis slightly.

I hear some grunts come from my men, so I know I must be doing something right, and so I continue, running my hands up and down and over, letting my body respond to the feeling, and the lust filling the room. When my hands rise to my breasts the next time, I open my eyes to read the room, and good lord…Sir looks about ready to fucking pounce, and Master's eyes have almost glazed over with need. Their hands are working overtime now, and the slap of their hard flesh is an almost mesmerising beat. They strain into their hands like it's trying to get away, their utter concentration is on what is now their sole purpose - watching what I'm doing. And it feels amazing. They are watching me, and it is me that is making them barely hold on to their control.

I shimmy forward on my knees. They take a couple of steps closer towards me. We're within a foot of each other, and I can feel something building, something between all of us that can't hold on for much longer. My fingers glide between my thighs, and press on my clit…and in that instant, Sir loses his control completely, grinding out a “mmmmmfuck yeah” before his cum hits my breasts. This starts a chain reaction - Master let's out one of his deep, deep groans, and his load hits my cheek. I succumb to my own pleasure, throwing my head back, and Sir's next shot hits my neck. Master grabs my hair, forcing my head back up, my thumb still rubbing at my clit and sending shockwaves through my body, and when I open my mouth to cry out, he hits his target and gets it right in my mouth. Sir is still grunting and cumming all over my thighs and my breasts, while Master looks down at me with his sexy-ass grin. He brings his hands to my face and uses his thumbs to spread his cum across my cheeks, and then into my mouth.

“Such a fucking delicious, naughty little girl Baby. Just fucking perfect,” he says, and I practically explode with pride.