There was strength in his fingers, but his movements weren’t rough or clumsy. Rather, she sensed that his experience surpassed her own. His fingers ...enetrated her, making her moan in a way she thought she never again could. His attack was relentless, probing every sensitive spot like an assassin striking her pressure points. She was a slender girl, body fat being a luxury for a slave, but her flesh rippled from the vibrations drumming from her ass. She could feel the weight of her breasts with. She controlled the pace -- hard when she needed it, but mostly long and slow -- and she teased herself, pushing herself to the brink before slowing things down again.It also allowed her to steal not so subtle glances at Hayden. "Go on and look," he said, folding his arms behind his head. The posture caused his muscles to flex and grow. She laughed, but admired as well. He had nice, thick arms and muscular shoulders she loved sinking her nails into.His ego flexed more than his muscles. "You look. As we drove off I instructed him to drive to a little out of the way café for lunch. It’s a place that offered privacy so we could talk about anything. We pulled into the parking lot, and he escorted me to the door, and a waiter led us to our seat. We ordered something light and refreshing to drink, as we looked over the menus. The waiter returned and took our orders. It wasn’t long until we were talking like long lost friends. However, our conversation took an unexpected but delightful turn. You turn my back toward you and begin to wash my shoulders. You slide your hand down my back and clean me thoroughly. You spin me again so I’m facing you. I lean my head back into the flow as you begin to wash my chest. Your hands scrub down my abs until you gently take me in your soft hands. I let out a slight moan as you gingerly wash me. I grow in your hands as you stroke and cradle. Within moments, I’m fully aroused. You continue to wash and tease me as I enjoy the warm water flowing over.