Turning her (placing me face-to-pudenda with her sex), I worked my way up her legs, and leaned in for a playful labial kiss. I stood, and caressed (er... I mean, bathed) her fine bust, and her trim stomach, before I turned her again, washing her hair. She leaned into my hands, as I worked the conditioner through her locks, massaging it into her scalp. After a final rinse, she turned to me, and bathed me. Her circuit was more abbreviated than mine had been, perhaps reflecting her urgency to move. Bastion had saved her after her family was killed by a group of bandits. Though old enough to take care of herself, he refused to leave her there alone. Miria had admired Bastion from afar, she was of age being nineteen, but she didn’t feel he felt the same. She began to help him with the daily chores and doings to keep the cabin clean and the animals taken care of. The gardens had become a way for her to deal with the loss of her family and her favorite daily thing to do. She would notice. Thirty minutes into that session Harold knew he wanted to take me places, show me around the town as if I really was his niece. But the rules don't allow an external field trip the first time. Harold was trusted and already bonded because the fee was little enough for him so that he put out the deposit as a contingency. But the girl is always allowed to recover her real identity first and decide what she wants. If he had simply walked me out of the building that first time I wouldn't have. I could barely breathe. I opened my mouth wide, pulling her lips inside and flicking my tongue around her clit before thrusting inside her again. She began to grind her hips, rubbing her clit on my chin and trying to push my tongue deeper inside. I held on with both hands, squeezing her ass tight and savoring the gush of fluid that filled my mouth.After a moment, she relaxed a bit, and lifted her pussy away from my mouth, deliberately breaking contact so she could focus on me. I closed my eyes.