His pool

They soon pull up to a driveway on a very luxurious, extensive property. They had gone off another driveway to get here, and Leigh soon realizes why: this was her master's pool driveway, not the one that led to his house proper. Her sugar daddy is indeed rich.

She looks through the fence at the big, pretty pool and smiles. "Would you like me to change, master?"

"Yes," he says, and heads through the gate to the pool. "And then join me poolside."

She scampers into the nearby changing stall and strips off her abbreviated outfit. She pulls out one of the bikinis her master bought her and pulls it on, feeling incredibly sexy as the skimpy green cloth covers only her most sensitive areas. She struts out of the changing stall with confidence, waving at the two attending servants as she walks toward her master sitting comfortably on a patio chair. The woman holding the towels smiles at her, and the man holding a jug of water looks hungrily at her tits.

She arrives and sits at the foot of the chair, in what she hopes is an appropriately servile position. "Hello, master. Do you like what you see?"

He looks down at her. "I do, but I didn't expect you to be wearing a bikini."

"Master?"

"It's my private property, princess. Why wouldn't you be able to swim naked?"

"I...I didn't realize you wanted me to, master."

"That's quite alright. Now you know. In my private pool, you do not need to wear a suit."

"Y-yes master." Leigh stands, heart beating, and looks nervously at the two servants, who stare back. She unties the bikini top and pulls it off over her head, then lets the bottom fall to the ground. Both keep staring, perfectly happy to take in her naked form.

"Now," Aaron says, "why don't you have a swim? You should get some time to relax before this evening."

"Why? What's happening this evening?"