Slipping out the door, she heard the automatic lock click when she shut it. It was summer and the square top was cut low for comfort in the July heat. Gisele sat on the edge of the tub rubbing my neck with her talented fingers until I could feel the tension ease down my arms and dissipate into the hot swirling water. The scene on the bed made my heart stop and my cock stiffen. The walls of her channel were incredibly soft and the well of her arousal streamed along my tongue and soaked my face. When it came time to reciprocate I totally beguiled by her body. She caught me looking there and opened her legs to my gaze. A groan of approval tore from her lips as I penetrated her behind pushing my slippery finger right in to the last knuckle. A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. She struggled to relax herself, even as her sex clenched these invaders, causing them to roll slowly against each other inside her, brushing against those sensitive walls, so long untouched.