“Bathe me.” Tina ordered and Shane moved to the tub, rolling up the
sleeves of the robe, and using a soft sponge to lather Tina’s body. She
pushed away the thought that this was Tina, better to pretend it
wasn’t, but the heat between her legs wouldn’t allow her to forget who
she was touching, bathing. Who she was serving.

Shane carefully took each arm, washing it with the gently touch of a
lover, she moved down her chest and Shane whimpered as her arm brushed
passed Tina’s nipple. Tina sighed, feeling the tension in her body
drifting away, then being replaced with sexual desire.

Shane washed her slowly, going as far as washing between each toe, and
Tina thought she was going to explode, this was Shane of all people.
She now understood why all those women fawned after Shane endlessly. If
she was as passionate as she was gentle she must have been more than a
wonderful lover.

“Please me.” Tina ordered without thinking and Shane bit down on the
order; her hand, however, seemed not to mind. They never minded, Shane
let that part of her mind do what her body was aching to do and her
mind was screaming at her to not even think of.

Shane’s fingers began to shake, but she snapped them closed under the
water and Tina watched the wonderful inner struggle. This was it was
all about, the surrender, the struggle, how beautiful Shane was when
she tried to not want her. She did want her, Shane was lusting over
Tina at this very moment and Tina closed her eyes.

Shane took in a long calming breath and she let it out slowly between
her ***** pouty lips. Tina’s whole body was tense, not having been truly
pleased in what seemed like an eternity.

Shane moved her hands up Tina’s inner thigh, and Tina parted her legs
willingly, allowing Shane access to what no other woman but Bette had
ever laid claim too. Shane parted her already swollen lips and found a
wetness there that had nothing to do with the warm water lapping around
them. Shane’s thumb found Tina’s *****, rubbing it in gentle circles as
she pressed two fingers into Tina, her Mistress and instantly Tina
tensed, her head tossing back and her blonde hair falling over the edge
of the free standing bathtub.

Tina gripped the sides of the white tub, her breath already labored as
Shane pressed into her, her own dark hair cascading down into her eyes.
Hiding the lust in them, her hand worked into Tina, her fingers curling
and finding the sweet spot as Tina muttered,