Cleaned up

Joanna remained splayed out upon the table, her eyes resembling saucers as she huffed in disbelief at what she had just been through, the feel of warm cum slowly being absorbed by her skin and the three men standing around her making it irrevocably clear that the whole thing had really happened.

Without saying anything, to Joanna or to anyone else, John reached down and grabbed hold of her. Joanna was a tall girl, and a fit one at that, years of daily physical exercise having honed her body to near-perfection, but John hoisted her up into the air with barely any visible effort, and laid her across his right shoulder.

With Joanna still squealing out her surprise at his action, John steered towards one of the doors leading from the room. Facing backwards, Joanna got to see that the others followed her and John until he climbed up the short flight of stairs and carried her through the doorway. The last thing that Joanna saw of Kelly and the others was that they all suddenly blurred into action, apparently judging the disappearance of her and John to be no reason to stop what they had been doing for the last hour.

John brought Joanna to a luxurious bathroom, equipped with both a large, glassed shower stall and a low, round tub which looked big enough for five or six people to fit inside it at once.

Putting Joanna down inside the stall, John ignored her weak attempts to grasp his hard dick and pushed a few buttons on a flat panel, upon which a thick spray of water shot out from the shower head.

John closed the stall's sliding door to leave Joanna alone in there, the flustered woman now standing directly in the path of the pouring water.

Realizing that she was certainly in need of a clean-up, Joanna began to rinse thick ropes of jizz from her hair, still finding it hard to grasp the fact the fact that she had been on the receiving end of so much of the sticky stuff.

Also aware of the fact that she wasn't rapidly approaching another epic climax, Joanna wondered if the strange connection with the others that she had felt back in the bedroom was now broken, and how it had worked in the first place.

Making her mind up that considering such matters right now was nothing but a waste of time, Joanna rapidly washed herself clean. She moaned out her arousal when her hands brushed over her slit.

Having saved her breasts for last, Joanna gulped as she nervously moved her hands to the two enlarged orbs. Even the gentle way in which she was touching them was enough to provoke milk to spray from both her nipples, and Joanna cried out her orgasm even as she tossed all inhibitions aside and roughly squeezed her bust.

Joanna was just about to grab the shower head and place it against her pussy when she remembered that John was waiting for her somewhere on the outside of the wall of frosted glass that was currently surrounding her.

Since she didn't bother with turning off the water, it began to spray out onto the bathroom floor when Joanna pushed open the sliding door and stepped out to see where John had gone.

She didn't have to look far.

Having filled the tub with water, John was now laying in it, steam rising from the surface. More importantly, Joanna noticed that his erect cock was towering up into the air, drops of water trickling their way down the rigid trunk of vein-corded meat.

Just as she was about to join John in the tub, Joanna stopped herself.

"Are you going to tell me what's going on?" She asked him.