I took another handful of gel and, my eyes closed, started on his chest as he did my face. He was leaning against the copper shower frame, his eyes closed, erect cock standing proudly under the warm water beating on its shaft and head. "Yes, sire!" Dropping my boobs, I produced the tube, holding it up with two hands and my head bowed. Dropping the eagle feather, I put one hand on either side of the tube and rolled the feather-filled cylinder between them, propelling it both around and up and down his pulsing organ, hundreds of feather-tips rotating around every millimetre of his throbbing member at any given second.