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them. Her legs wobbled but were held up by other hands smoothing up from her ankles, gently up the outside of her legs and now slowly down from her inner thighs. Tantalizingly skipping the moistness between her legs, where she was wet but not from the shower. Now her arms got the slow foam treatment. They were held outstretched while soapy hands rubbed up and down. She giggled a little as fingers lingered in her underarms, but gasped as a mouth closed on one breast, and then she groaned and arched her back right off the tile as a second mouth clamped her other breast. Now hands raced over her chest and belly. Fingers skimmed up and down her inner thighs, another hand teased and tugged the curls between her legs. A finger, then two slipped inside, twisting and reaching until she squirmed. A thumb gently worked her clit until she whimpered. Another hand squeezed and kneaded her buttocks, all the while two hands held her shoulders against the wall. The pressure on her clit increased, wringing a moan from her, and then her hips moved instinctively, as her climax began to build.
    The hands disappeared, leaving her empty. Their mouths left her breasts tingling and exposed to the warm cascade of water.
    “Can’t let you come too soon,” Mark said.
    She opened her eyes, to see two drenched but pleased males looking down at her as water pelted down their shoulders. “I think that’s called teasing!”
    “Yeah.” Mark grinned.
    A wet soapy hand pressed against her hip. “Turn around,” Alan said. “We need to get your back.”
    As she obliged, her arms were raised over her head, palms flat against the wet tile. “Stay that way,” Mark whispered in her ear.
    This was too much like being tied to the bed. A shudder worked its slow way through her. Somebody was carefully soaping her ankles. They were both soaping them. She felt two hands on each. Hands that slowly eased upwards, kneading the tight muscles at the back of her calves, stroking the sensitive spots behind her knees until they wobbled and needed strong, male hands to steady them.
    Deliberately, fingers eased a trail up the backs of her thighs. Annie held her breath, anticipating their next touch. Nothing. They’d both moved off her at the same time. Heck, they had to have planned this down to the last detail. That realization brought a gush of wetness between her legs. What next? A light tap on the inside of one ankle.
    “Spread your legs, my love.” Without stopping to think, Annie obeyed Mark.
    “Wider.” That was Alan.
    Suddenly aware of her vulnerability, she hesitated. They didn’t. Hands grasped both ankles. “Spread them, Annie.”
    Mark’s tone struck her on the raw. “Why?”
    “Because you’ll enjoy what we want do to you,” Alan said.
    She’d spread her legs before she realized. She stood so wide her knees shook. Then she felt the kiss in the centre of her back, a slow, lingering kiss that burned into her skin. The lips moved away. She sighed at the loss, and them moaned as a hand reached between her legs and cupped her pussy. A mouth. The same one? Different? Whose? Kissed her left buttock.
    “You’ve a lovely bum,” Alan murmured, as firm, soapy hands rubbed every inch of her bum, covering the curves, reaching under her cheeks, and caressing the tops of her thighs.
    She felt as strong as a bowl of blancmange as different hands rubbed soapy foam across her shoulders and up her now-aching arms. More hands eased down her back, bringing a sigh to her lips. Fingers smoothed down her spine and eased a sensuous trail between her crack, until a fingertip pressed against her puckered entrance and gently eased in. She squealed at the unexpected intrusion, but before she could decide if she did or did not enjoy the unfamiliar sensation, Mark said, “Enough, Alan, let’s rinse her off.”
    They’d unhooked the showerhead and directed a fine warm spray on every inch of her skin, changing the speed and force of the spray as they rinsed her. She was