As I worked, my strokes were worshipful. I rubbed clean every inch of skin lingering on her breasts and nipples. Ms. Laura gave me a brief smile because of the attention.
Emily got to her pussy first and started to wash that with her tongue. Ms. Laura’s knees bent slightly and she places a hand on Emily’s head. I worked the rest of the way down her legs in the meantime.
All clean she lingered a moment enjoying Emily’s attentions before with help finding a seat. The next half an hour the bath cooled. We gently took turns massaging and teasing our mistress. Though sometimes it was vigorous, it never escalated beyond soft moans and twitches. I could tell she was tired.
“Would you like to go to bed ma’am,” I asked sensing it was over.
She nodded and Emily and I helped her to stand. As she gripped my arm I felt a weakness or frailty I hadn’t before. Once to her feet, we held her arms and she stepped out of the tub. Emily fetched a towel and we both dried her.
Her skin was like silk and smelled strongly of the fruity soap we used. Emily and I dried ourselves then all of us walked to Ms. Laura’s bed. Ms. Laura practically collapsed into the sheets. I turned to leave but felt someone grip my wrist.
Seemingly too weak to speak Ms. Laura motioned for the two of us to climb in. I couldn’t refuse. That night we both slept on either side of our mistress.
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