Sara undressed and put on a silk-like robe in emerald green. She walked into the bathing chamber where Juraens and Mark waited.
Mark removed her robe while Juraens scented the water. Juraens helped her step into the small bathing pool that would sit three. She sat down on an unexpectedly soft surface. “It conforms to your shape and your shape is breathtaking,” Mark said as he picked up the sponge-like scrubber. Sara’s faint blush traveled down her face to her neck and just above her breasts.
Juraens kissed her shoulder as Mark squeezed water from the sponge down her arm. Combined with the oil from the golden bubbles in the water the sponge felt like an exfoliating brush yet didn’t redden or scrape her skin.
“Could you lean back, PaPera, so that I can wash your hair?”
Sara leaned back a
