No one had bathed him like this since he was a child. The appeal was unbelievable. He yearned with a dozen kinds of love as the last of the slimed-in dungeon grime was cleansed from him. At the end those strong hands spun him about, the chain crossing his wrists and lifting him even higher on his toes. Following an instructive tug he tipped his head back so she could rinse him from roots to tips and then comb out all his tangles. Spun back to face her afterward, Alex at last blinked his eyes open. The vision finally revealed filled him with such worshipful fear and self-destructive lust he moaned hopelessly.
Goddess Rachel was a foot away and the next thing to naked.
The lingerie she wore was thin and filmy and wet, its green sheen molded transparently to those incredible breasts – and
