An even greater humiliation for Megan

Megan squeals and yelps as the cold water douses her most precious, and (at least until today) private place.

The pressure is intense, like her shower head (hey, a girl gets lonely sometimes), but at least the initial shock of the cold is starting to wear off as her body gets used to the water.

"Spread your legs," Michelle commands, utterly unaware of how humiliating such an order is. "And stop covering up. This would go twice as fast if you were cooperating."

Megan's heart is pounding in her chest, and her cheeks are the reddest they've ever been. She can see the number of employees peeking out from the mansion to leer at her is growing, and there's nothing she can do to stop them.

"Do it!" Michelle sternly commands again, spraying Megan in the face once more, and making the poor, curvaceous cutie spit and sputter.

Megan is trembling, as much as from shame as from the cold, but reluctantly complies, spreading herself wide to the world as she flashes her soft, natural breasts and her precious, unshaved pussy.

The phones come out immediately as half a dozen people start recording her humiliation, no doubt to post online.

Tears well up in Megan's eyes as she thinks about what she's doing, and how here family would react if they could see her now, but those thoughts are washed from her mind when a jet of water sprays right across her pussy.

She yelps in shock and instinctively shuts her legs again, much to Michelle's annoyance.

"You're still dirty!" The bitchy milf complains.

"I-I can't keep them open. It's too cold!" Megan whimpers, even as she feels her clit getting hard from the unwanted stimulation.

"Then you'll have to hold them open," Michelle commands. "Grab your ankles and hold them apart."

Megan's eyes bulge in shock. She can't be serious, can she?