At last, he makes out her shapely figure through the clear plastic shower curtain, and he wonders if she’s just pretending, or if she truly has yet to notice his presence. If she were to get cold feet and try to change her mind, he didn’t know if he could force himself to back down, and respect her wishes… Then without warning he growls for her to, “Face the wall!” and she cries out as he doesn’t even give her a chance to comply, instead spinning her around himself and pressing the full weight of his chest into her back, keeping her still as she utters pathetic whines of protest and squirms her hips around, pushing her round ass up and out against his concealed erection, but not making any real effort to evade.
