"Fine." I abruptly pulled out of her.
"Get a bowl and a rag. Come clean me." I flopped onto my back next to her and looked up at her.
Deep fear mixed with relief on her face. Wondering how long the reprieve would last.
Not long.
"Hurry."
Chewing her lip, she rolled off the bed and scurried awkwardly to the washbasin.
"Grab a rag for yourself as well. I want you to wash up."
She grabbed two and shot an anxious look over her shoulder.
"Do as I say, Zyra!"
She whimpered. Afraid I would say that magic word again that would turn her to a puddle of s****l need.
She grabbed the washbasin and brought the water over. Gently washing my c**k and sack and the inside of my thighs.
I tucked my hands behind my head and watched her. Seeing the weight of her supple breasts sway as she moved was
