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I slipped through the foam on the floor to go to where he was waiting for me with an open towel, and I regained my balance when he closed the fabric around me, packing me easily. I didn't have the courage to argue every time he dried up some part of my body, much less believed that he would take into account anything I said. I saved my breath by collaborating with your care.

He knelt in a moment and ordered me to open my legs. My cheeks warmed up, and I obeyed, looking away at the tiles. Even when he lifted each of my breasts and dried with all the care in the world, nothing left me as disconcerted as his vision in front of me, the big right hand covered by the towel, rubbing it slowly to dry me. Everything in me woke up, and it was hard to stand still.

"Maybe this will be a little fair," he murmured, attracting my gaze to the new fabric in his hands.

It was a short sweater, tulle and lace fabric, as similar to my lingerie as it could be. There was nothing in leather on her, yet Zacha