From the toilet seat Dare was tall enough to reach the sink if he needed to, if something happened. I dont know what could have happened as I was far too large to fit down the drain especially with the cover open just a half of an inch but I felt secure having him there as I showered under the faucet stream. He folded his hands on the cold counter and propped his chin on them watching me intently. Sternly. But also
curiously? I could tell he was still furious and upset at what I had done to myself and us. His master act had not abated as he gingerly touched my body, wrapping his hands around me and lifting me up off the coffee table. It was the first time he had felt my weight or what little of it I had left. But after his morning cup of coffee he seemed to be mellowing a bit. I wished for some coffee myself, something to eat, but it was washing up first by decree. I didnt mind. I could still feel the traces of the giants from the night before coating my body. My cock and ass had been particularly violated and I washed these first, gingerly. But I seemed whole and relatively uninjured.
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