Did I say morning? It’s not until well after noon that she finally comes back in to care for me. Her hair is now dried, all combed out, and braided into a more than meter-long ponytail. As usual she wears no makeup (she needs none to be breathtakingly beautiful), and is still dressed in only that unbearably sexy and skimpy silk robe. Still not saying a word to me (and of course I dare not speak to her until spoken to) Mistress Melissa draws a basin of hot water and brings it to the bed, along with a bar of scented soap, a sponge-glove, and a thick, soft, terrycloth towel.
Expertly she gives the front of my body a thorough sponge bath. Her sure, slow hands, and the way her loosely belted robe gapes open soon has me as achingly erect as I can get once again. But then just as she finishes my
