Danny returned and stood behind me watching my every move. He was close enough I could feel his erection poking my buttocks.
“Good boy,” he said, “you’re almost finished…”
Then his hand was between my legs, he took hold of my new erection and squeezed.
“You really do love the feel of your panties, don’t you Sweetie?”
I was too embarrassed to answer him; he didn’t seem to care.
When I hung the last pair on the line to dry, he kissed my forehead and said, “Good boy” one more time.
He took my hand and led me into the bathroom.
“Stand still,” he said as we stopped next to the tub. “Time for your bubble-bath…but first, see that container over there? [I nodded.] Use two capfuls from now on when you run your bath yourself.”
“Yes, Darling,” I said as if it were an ordinary request.
He took another bottle and spread its contents onto a wash cloth.
“Normally, you will apply this ‘conditioner’ before you enter the tub…”
I thought he was going thru an awful lot of trouble just for three-days. Once I’d fulfilled my part of the deal, I’d still have to give him handjobs for 60-days, but I didn’t think it would this elaborate.
He began running the washcloth over my legs. Whatever he was using made my skin tingle. It wasn’t unpleasant until he reached my crotch. The tingling became a slight burning sensation.
“Raise your arms,” he instructed.