It's all about her.

You've got the water nicely hot and have added the bubble bomb she likes, making a frothy surface.

She saunters back in smiles at you kneeling next to the tub, your penis sticking out at full alert -- counter-balancing the suave attitude you're trying to present.

"Just remember, this will be all about me," she insists.

"Yes, Ma'am!" you reply in your best military voice. You gesture to the hot bubbly water. "Your tub awaits."

She starts to disrobe, then stops -- denying you the view of her body that you never get tired of.

"I need a little help with this," she tells you, putting her hands to her hips expectantly.

You smile, rise, and go behind her -- easing the robe off and kissing her bare shoulder lightly.

She gives you a pat and steps out of your grasp. "That's sweet, dear. But you're only getting a start on making things right. I've got big plans." And with that, she eases herself into the tub and pops her feet over the edge. "I believe you promised a foot massage?"

You chuckle and reach for your robe before coming to her. You might as well make yourself comfortable as you wait on her.

"And what do you think you're doing? I didn't tell you that you could cover up."

You shrug it off and walk over to her, your erection bouncing before you.

"And don't think that that's getting any attention until I'm good and ready," she tells you point blank, jabbing her finger at your hardened flesh.