OLIVIA'S POVI searched for a good cloth for him to wear, corresponding to the weather. I found a perfect outfit for the day, walking towards him, my movement slow and steady.I could feel his eyes on me, but I tried not to look back. My heart was pounding so fast, my hands trembled slightly both from nervousness and indignation at being called his slave.I couldn't stop wondering why he would want it to be me.Suppressing my emotions, I tried to focus on the task at hand. Carefully, I draped his garment over his broad shoulders, my hand gently making soft contacts on his skin.He would look at me whenever my skin touched his, like each contact meant a lot to him. I successfully wore him his shirt, and I was left with the trousers. I looked at him to be sure if he had changed his mind, but it doesn't look like he has. He wanted me to continue.Shyly, I stretched my hand to grab the folded ends of the towel around his waist. My hand trembled, my mind wasn't at peace to continue, but h
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