Chapter Four
The supple youngsters indeed did bathe and dress the Captain with scrupulous care. They cleansed him most intimately, with many a teasing flit and flutter, and it was only with a great restraint that he kept himself from using them to the utmost. Oh, he accepted the caress of their smooth white palms, and occasionally he found himself pawing their flesh idly in return—stroking a slender young haunch, squeezing a pert n****e here and there, perhaps sliding one lazy digit between leather-wrapped labia dilated not only by the tension of the girl’s perverse slave’s harness but also by her own secret desires. Now and then as his purpled cockhead thrust achingly up from the surface of his bathwater he might allow one sister or another the privilege of licking at the swollen thing.
