“Now wash my body,” Liz ordered, her voice catching a bit.
“Yes, my queen,” Hugo responded obediently.
Hugo took the other sponge and poured a healthy drop of liquid body soap into it, rubbing it into a fragrant lather. He rubbed it over her back and neck. He scrubbed her arms and hands. He brought the sponge around her body and rubbed her tummy before bringing it up between her cleavage. He paused at her collarbone then kissed her earlobe as he brought it down over her right breast firmly. He circled the nipple with the sponge, then scrubbed the underside of the sensitive breast before repeating the process on the other one.
When Hugo was finished with her breasts, he eased her down onto her back and rinsed the soap off with his hands. Hugo dipped the sponge under the water and scrubbed her legs and feet. Liz gasped at the sensuous pleasure of having her toes massaged so lightly by the porous strands of the sponge.
Hugo slowly brought the sponge up between her legs. He pushed her legs apart with his other hand and let them trap the sponge high on her thigh. Liz gave a quiet moan, then opened her eyes and looked at her manservant with total lust. Hugo smiled obediently to her, then kissed her forehead as he stroked the sponge firmly over her mound. Liz’ body jerked. He dragged it down over her clit and labia.
He gave her pussy three long, firm strokes with the sponge, then brought it out of the water and squeezed it clean. Liz panted, her chest rising above the fading foam of the bubble bath. Hugo took the clean sponge and rubbed her entire body with it, washing off the soap.
Finally, Hugo lifted her out of the water. Patches of white bubbles clung to her skin like a foamy set of fleeting lingerie. She wrapped her hands around his neck and buried her head in his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to his heartbeat as he carried her into the living room where he had made preparations.
In front of the lit fireplace, Hugo had laid a patch of bath towels. He set Liz down on the towels and let her drip onto them as the fire warmed her skin. He waited a moment before taking another towel and patting her dry. Finally, he opened the jar of her favorite talcum powder and brushed the powder over every inch of her skin with a soft, feather brush.
Liz was in heaven. Her skin felt fresh and alive. The fire was warm and friendly. Her pussy had a pleasantly pulsing ache. But something was wrong. Where was her steak?
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