Bath Time

Douglas glided his hands up and down Jenny's body in the ornate, large, custom bath. It definitely had a Middle Eastern feel to it, and the scents touching both their senses inflamed the foreignness of it all, even if they were doing it in South Carolina.

Bereft of his balls, Douglas was, and had been for some time, no real threat for Jenny's heart or sex. So he got these privileges, despite their great cost, tweaking Jenny's pink nipples as he alternated between bathing and massaging her.

And she remained a great beauty. She'd long since retired from the stripping game, relying upon Douglas's legal ability to pay the bills for her, Ahmad and her two children. Her beauty was now for her servant, her supplicant, her devout follower, Douglas ... and for her master, her conqueror, and her king, Ahmad. Two men that appealed to very different aspects of her personality, one to worship, one to use.

"That's it, pet," she praised Douglas. "Get me all sweet and luscious for Ahmad. How does it feel, hm, all these years, yearning, needing, but utterly unable to do anything about it. That's why he lets you so near, you know."

"It ..." Douglas paused, his features flushing as she taunted him. "It is as it should be."

"Indeed," she smiled brightly, watching him shave her sex, getting her perfect for Ahmad. "As it should be."