In the bedroom the kissing continued as they slowly helped each other out of their clothes. When he unsnapped her bra and it was tossed to the side hi... hand cupped her breast. He had often fantasized about doing this and he found that it was much more than a handful. It was reasonably firm with its stiff nipple pressing into his palm.His hands in sliding her panties down her legs caused him to drop to his knees. As she stepped out of her panties his eyes were level with her mound. He put his. True to her word she had me bathed, fed and clothed. I had never in my life felt warm water on my skin before. Neither my body nor my hair had in all my life been washed with more than cold water. It is hard now to recall how luxurious felt clean clothes upon my poor body. Over the following days and weeks, during which I was given menial tasks and responsibilities, my condition improved and when I saw myself in one of the fine mirrors of her household I saw a new woman. I never left her employ. .The week went so slowly, my mind always wandering back to our day together....stroking my cock endlessly replaying each and every kiss, touch and stroke. We stuck to our agreement of not talking about it when anyone else was in the house, not touching or staring was the hardest part, the sexual tension between us was incredible, I can't believe our parents didn't sense anything. We did leave bedroom and bathroom doors open just enough it was safe. Each morning when Jane left for work she'd. Even so, she led me back to where her bedroom was. I was very pleased to see she had a plain king size bed, without any of those froo froo adornments women seemed to like. No tall bedposts, or ornately carved headboards. It was a functionally styled bed, much like the one in my bedroom at home.We hadn't even touched each other by the time Chelsea started removing her clothing. Seeing her not wishing to waste any time, I quickly followed suit. I was a little surprised at the lushness of her.