bath time

"Well Lola, you have sand everywhere and look how sweaty you are!"

Lauren blushed as she looked down at herself. It was true, she looked a mess. Her hair was a disaster, matted and lifeless from sweat. Sand and dirt clung to her pale flesh, she felt like an animal. Adding to the fact she was literally on all fours, naked and leashed, she preyed this **** was soon coming to an end. It was not to be however, Mr. Johnson had a lot more in store for poor Lola.

"Come, let's get you cleaned up."

The pervy old geezer proceeded to lead Lauren over to the side gate of the house. Lauren's eyes grew as large as dinner plates as she realized where they were headed, he was taking her towards the front of the house. Head swivelling left and right Lauren was scared she was about to be expose to even more strangers. The street looked bare though to her relief as Mr. Johnson tied Lauren's leash to the front porch handrails. Lauren was left dumbfounded tied to the porch like a common house pet as the old guy left her to presumably retrieve something from inside the house. She sat Indian style with her arms crossed over her bare chest for what seemed like an eternity when really it was more like ten minutes wondering if he'd ever return.

Finally Mr. Johnson came out carrying what looked like an old metal tub for holding drinks at a barbecue, soon Lauren realized what it was actually for. 'Oh god, he's actually going to give me a bath.. on the front porch' Lauren groaned to herself and wanted to get it over with already. The tub was slowly filled as Lauren's (or Lola's) leash was untied, however her collar remained firmly in place around her neck.

"In ya get Lola!"

With that Lauren reluctantly squeezed into the tub with her knees almost touching her chest and was immediately hit with a freezing cold bucket of water over her head. Yelping from the sudden shock Lauren was bombarded by Mr Johnsons attempt at bathing her. Globs of liquid soap were dumped on her head then massaged into her scalp and face. After even more water was then dumped onto her, Mr. Johnson was satisfied with that bit and began moving his way downwards. The sponge he used was coarse and very rough on Lauren's soft pale skin.

"You'll have to jump out Lola, I can't get all of you while you're sitting in there like that."

With an inward groan, Lauren hopped out of the tub soaking wet and presented herself in front of him on all fours. She swore **** on that bitch May for stranding her with this old kook. Today had been the single most humiliating day of the young woman's life, and it seemed like things were still headed south from here. Knowing what was coming next, Lauren gritted her teeth and tried to focus on anything else apart from the fact she was bare assed nude on some old guys front porch being given a sponge bath. It was tough, especially as the coarse sponge moved over her privates. Lauren bit her lips as a soft moan escaped her mouth. 'God, this dammed sponge is the worst' she thought. Mr. Johnson worked the soapy sponge all over Lauren's soft flash paying special attention to her nipple and rear end. Before long Lauren was panting and on the verge of yet another public climax, it was building and she couldn't fight it any longer. Shuddering wildly, Lauren's hips bucked back and forth to meet the sponge. Lauren wanted to scream! An enormous orgasm ripped through her as she covered her mouth to muffle the noises she was making.