Kinda...

Sara had to clear her throat before answering. "Sorry, my mind was drifting..."

Lisa did not answer, but turned her face back, still red as an apple.

Sara continued with the sponge down over Lisa's shoulders. She washed the girl's neck and felt the wet curls against the skin. And then she trailed the sponge towards the beautiful, soft breasts again, with smooth, massaging movements. Lisa began to raise her arms, but stopped them halfway up.

"I can probably wash myself there," she said weakly.

"I can continue if you want?" Sara replied, slowing down just as they were on their way over Lisa's pink, wet nipples. They looked ... stiff?

Lisa was quiet while the sponge caressed her skin by the sides of the breasts, but then Lisa held up her hand and took the damp sponge from her. Disappointed and with fire between her legs, Sara let go.

It knocked on the door. "Sorry, ladies." It was Mr Karlsson who spoke on the other side. "Can I exchange a few words with you, Sara?"

"Yes, Mr. Karlsson," Sara shouted back.

Once outside, her master stood with a wicked smile. "Well?"

"What do you mean, sir?"

"How's the new girl?"

Sara thoughts pictured the nosy breasts, wet with water and steam. "Sweet as the sun," she mumbled, perhaps a little resignedly.

Mr. Karlsson stroke her cheek. "You do not need to worry."

"Really?"

He caressed her neck, the slowly moved the hand down her dress. The nipples were stiff through the fabric and she inhaled deeply as he pinched hard. "Are you wet?"

Sara nodded.

"Show me."

She brought her hand under the hem of the dress and pulled with a finger between her pulsating labia. Just the soft touch was enough to almost make her explode. She raised her glistening finger and held it in front of Mr. Karlsson's face. Then she slowly and sensually licked it off, a quiet moan escaping her lips. His eyes held hers and she felt his fingers curl up under her dress, reaching between her legs, and softly moving back and forth.

"Does she make you horny?" he asked.

"Yes," Sara replied with half-closed eyes as she moved her hip towards his hand.

"Do you want her to touch you like I do now?"

Sara whimpered in response.

"Do you want to touch her like I do now?"

"Yes," Sara whispered.

"Tonight we will continue your training. But before you come to me, I want you to touch yourself to climax. Next to Lisa, while she sleeps."

Sara hesitated, her legs weak from his touch. "How?"

"You will share a bed. Explain that we have ordered another, but yours will not arrive for a while. Come up with any excuse you want."

Saras heart fluttered. She would share a bed with sweet, beautiful Lisa?

"When you climax, I want you to be touching her."

"Where?"

"Anywhere, but it should be bare skin."

Sara swallowed. Her nervosity was palpable, but so was the fire between her legs. Even more so, even.

"After, you come to my room. Then I'll teach you a something new."