You wash up.

When you get inside, Hannah looks down at your legs, and then to your eyes. "Would you like to take a shower? While you're in there, I'll... ahem. Wash these plums too." She snickers. "Feel free to wear the housecoat in there too. Here, I'll show you where it is. You can put the fruit on the table."

You're eventually brought to a bathroom larger than some studio apartments. She leaves you to your business as you look around. The bathtub is large enough for multiple people, and everything is so illustrious and clean. You strip down the small amount of clothing you have left on, and step under the hot water, and let it run down your figure. You still feel the shiver of arousal built up from all of that stimulation. Even thinking about what just happened out there is enough for your hands to start moving on their own.

Your hands begin caressing your body, and two fingers slip into your pussy. You curl them up, and wrap the other hand around your chest. Hopefully, in such a gigantic house, and through the sound of the rushing water, nobody hears your noises of joy. They come out strong, as this has been a long time coming. You tilt your head back as your fingers do their work, and in Hannah's shower, you reach a powerful climax. You press up against the back of the glass and moan out load. It feels so good. All of that pent-up arousal from being caught over and over today, and being around Hannah, all comes flowing out.

With a sigh of relief, you finish your shower for real. You then step out and dry yourself down with a towel on the nearby rack.

Finally, a dark red housecoat is hanging by the door. You wrap it around your body, and tie up the waist. It feels warm and soft against your skin from top to bottom, like your naked body is covered in kittens... which is a weird thought, but it really is that comfortable. You open up the door, and make your way back to find Hannah.