“Don’t be too frightened this is just in case you do something stupid.” Triston untapped heathers mouth and the tape left a small red sticky look to her lips. Heather sat in the warm bubbles and relaxed knowing that she should have never gave in. She stood up pushing Triston toward the tub, but he caught himself just before he plummeted all the way in and regained his balance and reached for heathers wrist yanking her toward him engulfing her into a manly bear hug. Triston removed his clothes keeping his eye on heathers ass cheeks the whole time. Heather stood with her hands over her privates and across her breasts trying to cover herself. He threw the sponge back into the water and rubbed heathers back and shoulders gently and then moved her hair to one side.
