Protector of the Truth: Part 1 Down No Memories Lane (Edited) - Sex Stories

Protector of the Truth: Part 1 Down No Memories Lane (Edited)

... with that she turned around as I pulled down my trousers and threw those on the bed as well. I stepped into the bath and felt a shiver climb up my body from the heat. The water felt perfect as I slid the remaining of my body into the bath. Once Rosalie heard me settle in she turned around and pulled out a piece of cloth and a small bucket from under the bed. I could see inside the bucket there were some ground herbs. She took those herbs and poured them into the barrel with the new water. She soaked the piece of cloth inside the herb mixed water. Sitting behind me she lightly started scrubbing my shoulders and around my neck. Once she was done she wrapped her arms around me from the back and scrubbed the front of my shoulders. I could smell the herbs and better yet I could smell her hair as she moved down to my chest, her head beside mine. The bath was very relaxing and the company was even better. I was starting to get aroused and was trying to restrain myself. Once she was done with the upper section of my body she grabbed the bucket and filled it with the herbed water, then she slowly poured it over my head. “Adrian would you please stand up so I can clean the rest of you.” She said. I was hoping she wouldn’t ask me to do something like that, because at that moment I was rock hard. The hot water, the scent of the herbs and her own scent plus the fact of a woman scrubbing were all working factors of my now fully erect shaft. I was thinking of something to say to try and ...

... weasel myself out of this but nothing came in mind. “Please master Adrian I have to finish the rest of my job.” There was no getting away from it I was going to have to do it so I slowly stood up. I was expecting her to get offended or to leave the room but she remained there. She dipped the cloth back into the water and continued he job. She started with my bottom cheeks and rubbed between the cracks and unlike before she didn’t alternate between the back and the front at every level of my body. She continued down the back of my thighs and worked her way down to my ankles. When she was done with the back side of the lower half of my body she filled the bucket with more hot water and let it cascaded over my head, she did it twice more and then she asked “Master Adrian would you please turn around so I can finish here before your meal is ready.” I knew I wouldn’t be able to talk her out of it so I slowly turned around hoping she didn’t just jump out the room. But she continued her job professionally. She started from my feet and worked her way up this time. With each level she went up, my heart pounded harder and harder. She was at my shins now, a few seconds later and she was cleaning my thighs. She had cleaned every inch of my body except for my raging hard-on. She dipped the cloth one last time and took the tip of my cock and lifted it up. As soon as I felt her silky skin on touching my rod my body froze stiff. With her other hand she cleaned the underside of my shaft slowly ...