“Yes miss, I will make sure,” said Melissa.
She put the phone down and went about her tasks for the day. At six o’clock precisely Melissa was preparing Isabel’s clothes that she would wear that evening. The dress was neatly laid out on the bed as were the selective undergarments and the shoes neatly arranged at the bottom of the bed.
Melissa entered the shower room, allowing the water to run hot. It was a luxurious walk-in shower room with all the mod cons. Melissa turned and smiled as she heard the front door open.
The obligatory, “I’m home,” permeated the house. Isabel had arrived, thought Melissa.
Isabel dropped her briefcase on the floor of the lounge and by the time she reached the bedroom, Melissa was waiting for her. Melissa quickly took Isabel’s jacket as her body swirled out of it. The next garment to be discarded was the white-office shirt. Melissa took the shirt and draped it over her arm. Isabel was removing her watch as Melissa dropped the clothes onto the bed and came back to unzip her pencil skirt. The skirt fell to the floor. Melissa then hooked her thumbs into her knickers and slipped them off. It was a lot of effort to not kiss her bottom, though she presumed Isabel wouldn’t have complained if she had. When the knickers reached the floor, Melissa unrolled each hold-up stocking as Isabel kicked off her heels.
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Isabel looked at the clothes she had asked Melissa to prepare. High heels again, she thought, as she wondered whether to change them. She had better not, her work colleagues would be disappointed, she thought.
Melissa stood up to allow Isabel to tiptoe out of her discarded clothes. As soon as Isabel was clear of them, they were quickly picked up and placed into the laundry basket; another job for the evening when Isabel was out partying.
Isabel headed for the shower; the already running water had heated the room nicely creating enough steam that the extractor fan had a hard time coping with it. Melissa grabbed a towel and started to follow Isabel into the bathroom.
“Get undressed,” Isabel ordered, “then bring the towel.”
Melissa did as she was told, stripped naked and grasped the towel to wait outside the shower cubicle for Isabel to finish so that she could dry her off.
Isabel poured shower cream all over her body and relished the luxuriousness of her surroundings. With her head upwards, she let the water flow onto her face and over her body. She washed every swell and crease and allowed the water to soak her completely. Her body responded nicely to its heat.
Isabel turned to look out through the glass at Melissa. She saw her wonderful curves and she leaned back against the wall. She reached up to change the direction of the showerhead slightly so that the water still flowed over her breasts and down over her mound to the floor.
Isabel’s hand wandered to her breast. She started to stroke it and slide the palm of her hand over her nipple. She did the same with her other hand. Her right hand eventually found its way to her pussy and she started to stroke it with her fingertips. Her fingers finally found themselves inside her pussy and she started to play; stroking her lips for a long time until, through dreamy eyes, came the words Melissa was waiting for.
“Get in here now, Melissa.”
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Melissa placed the towel on the heated rail and entered the shower. She was a little uncertain as to Isabel’s mood from the tone of her voice, though her instructions were very firm indeed.
Isabel turned to face the wall, she placed her hands in front of her face and splayed her legs apart, leaving her bottom beautifully exposed and up for the taking.
“Lick me.”
Melissa knelt on the shower floor and started to lick at Isabel’s pussy.
“Not my pussy, you fucking idiot, my anus.”
Melissa stopped immediately and transferred her mouth and tongue a few centimetres to lick at Isabel’s anus. With her hands she prised her arse apart and then, with gusto, she extended her tongue and pushed it into Isabel’s tight little hole.
Isabel groaned.
“All the way in, girl, that’s it.”
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It was at this point that Isabel would have loved to have had two slaves, not one. She had another itch and that just had to be scratched at the same time. Two people would have been much better.
“Finger me as well.”
Melissa extended her left hand through Isabel’s thighs and started to finger her pussy. She pushed one finger in at first and then another.
Isabel’s resolve weakened and her orgasm was fast approaching. She pushed her arse backwards towards Melissa with her hands slowly slipping down the wall. Suddenly, she started to climax, she buckled at the knees and slid down the wall of the shower. Melissa’s tongue left Isabel’s anus and her fingers slipped out of her cunt as she watched Isabel fall to the floor with her legs shaking in tune to her convulsing orgasm.
By the time her orgasm was over, Isabel was gasping for air and sitting on the shower floor looking at the wall. Melissa was behind her against the glass. Water was pouring onto both of them. Eventually, they both got up and Melissa headed out of the shower. She quickly dried herself and then picked up Isabel’s towel in preparation.