Continue washing her

"Wow, this is nice," Kelly gasps as you soap her skin.

"Thanks. Are you enjoying it?" you ask.

"Yes. And I'm sure I am getting a lot cleaner than usual. Thank you for letting me use your body."

You grin, happy that she likes it so much. "It was my pleasure Mrs O'Brien.

She nods. You grab the shower gel from where it's sitting beside her and apply some to your hands. You then start to wash her back. Her soft, smooth skin feels incredible against yours.

"Oh!" she gasps as you begin to scrub her shoulders.

You smile at her reaction. " Would you like me to wash your hair?"

"No, I've already washed my hair today. I'd rather you kept washing me until we're done."

Well that's fine by me. You decide to take advantage of your desire for more. Your fingers trail down her arms, brushing past the curves of her breasts as they pass them. They feel so soft and warm. You continue downward, feeling how smooth she is all over.

Your fingers find her hips and pause there for a moment before moving lower still. As you approach the top of her thighs you realize you should probably warn her about what you intend to do.

"Mrs O'Brien, I'm going to wash your legs now."

Kelly stops what she's doing and looks at you. She blushes and nods "yes Ryan, that would be nice".

"Alright," you say and put your hands on her upper thigh. You start to move toward her pussy, stopping at her hip. You look up at her face as you begin to wash her thighs.

She just stares at you in silence, a small appearing between her eyebrows.

You stop washing her for a moment. "Are you alright Mrs O'Brien? Is something wrong?"

"Yes, yes it is. I'm not supposed to be here. What are you doing to me? You don't own me."

You sigh and try again. "I give myself permission to wash you whenever I want, wherever I want, however I want. It's nothing personal. I'm sure you'd rather I didn't wash you but I can if I choose to. I gave myself permission to do so after all."

She gives you a confused look before shaking her head "no Ryan, no, you're wrong. I shouldn't be here. Please let me go."

you look down at you writing that had started disappearing off her body. You decide to change tactics and use your words instead.

"Would you like me to stop?" you ask.

Her expression changes from confusion to shock to anger. She looks at the pen marks on her skin with growing horror. "What did you do to me?! Why won't you let me go?!"

"I've given myself permission to write whatever I want to you, whenever I want to. So, I wrote these on you."

She glares at you this is insane!