Not like that

"It never happened like that." The girl protests, "My mistress was as slutty as you could imagine, she slept with more people than I can count. But with me she always had to be in control, sometimes she would make me stroke her, but would never let me lick her."

"Too bad" you say, "that would have been hot to watch." Leaning back a little more against her full breasts you spread your legs even wider on the stone rim. Sandrine dips the cloth into the water again (you notice that it is much murkier than the water that you first found waiting) and runs the cool damp rag along your thigh from your knee all the way to the hairy crease by your groin. Looks like your serving wench is starting to become accepting of her change in owners.

"You are doing a fine job girl. Maybe I will bring you home with me. That is if I don't see a sweet thing that I like better than you at the auction." She pauses slightly at your words, but then continues to wash your legs, moving from one to the other with the wet rag. So far she has avoided your rampant cock and swaying scrotum, but you let her continue at her own pace. "Of course I'll have to try you out for myself before I turn you over to the **** handlers. Just in case I can't afford you when it comes to the bidding." As you speak, your right hand slides behind her leg and up again under her hanging tunic. She jumps a little at your touch and stiffens as your hand runs high up her leg.

"Oh that feels nice." She moans as your hand rubs her smooth soft thigh, "But be patient, let me wash this scum from your hair. Get in here" she continues pointing into the large tub, "slide to the end so I can wash it like I washed my mistress's blond curls." You hesitate just a minute and she gives you a gentle push as she whispers persuasively in your ear.

"Get in the water and I'll tell you what my mistress made me do as we bathed." As you slide your body into the water a wave spills over the stone rim and onto her tunic where it hangs by at her waist. Ignoring the spash of water, her lips kiss you softly on the neck just under your ear, then she begins to murmer softly.

"First she would insist that I take off all my clothes, so I was as naked as you had me in the other room." Her hands scoop up handfuls of water and gently splashes them over your head. "She would lie in her bathing pool and watch me as I prepared to bath her. She would have me walk around in front of her bending and turning in different ways so she could see every bit of me." As the water runs down your face she reaches for her belt and unbuckles it allowing her tunic to drop with a wet splat onto the floor. "Would you like to see what she had me do?"

"Oh Yeah! Show me wench." You say. Your cock stays thick and long even submerged in the cool water as you watch her step demurely away from the edge of the through.

"She'd have me rub my body with oils, especially my tits, until they glistened." As she speaks she dips her hands into the water and splashes handfuls over her breasts and belly rubbing her hands over herself until she was completely covered.

"Then she would tell me to bring her items so she could see my ass as I walked." She turned and took four or five steps away to the rack with the horse blankets. Taking a blanket from the bars she carries it back to the work table nearest the tub where you are soaking. "After a few minutes of this ... she..." Sandrine touches your hand and hesitates, embarrassed to go on, so you know it must be good."

"Then what?" You prompt her taking her hand in yours as she stands blushing by the side of the trough dripping from the water that splashed over herself moments before.

"She made me get into the bathing pool with her and stand over her face so she could examine my private parts." She starts to pull her hand slowly from yours, but you catch it and hold it tight. "But please don't make me do that with you."

Do you want her to straddle you in the tub?