She said, tossing her hair back and sipping her wine, as she lay in the tub with me cleaning her. "Don't you think this is sexy? You cleaning me and p...eparing me to go out with another guy? You do think he is sexy, don't you?" I sponged her legs covering them with the thick foamy soap. Then my hand slipped down under the water inside her thighs. Her legs parted automatically giving me access. I washed around and under, turning loose of the sponge and letting my soapy hand rub her legs and down. I couldn’t reconcile that with what I knew about the Bible.Rachel moved over to the couch where I was sitting and said that compassion was a very important part of Christ’s message. She knew about Sophie’s ministry and actually did some of it herself. I thought, “Oh shit! She is not gonna be on my side, that’s for sure.”Then she surprised me by saying, “I do understand your feelings because my husband has them also. I think that you need compassion as well and I would be very happy to provide. She noticed I was a little uncomfortable and asked if anything was wrong.I said, "no, not at all". She said she was glad that I never moved my hand as she winked at me. She told me she felt she had done something wrong by getting that close but she couldn't help herself. We looked at each other as if we understood what was happening.I was so far gone that I decided to wing it and let the chips fall where they may. I let me my hand touch the back of her knee. She didn't pull away. She continued. When her pace increased, I moved faster – when she slowed I did. Greta broke the kiss and with her face close to min she continued to work the magic in me. Whatever she did, I tried to replicate it because I knew she was giving me pleasure in the way she wanted it from me. ‘She whispered, ‘No pain for Kitty now, just pleasure. Pain is for the dark of the night, yes?’ I nodded. ‘I told you, I like words, Kitty, give me your words.’ ‘Pain is for the night, Miss Greta. Pain is your pleasure, you.