I undressed her myself and helped her into the bathroom. “If you want, I could bathe you.”
She nodded too, and I was so impressed to get those chances. Not like seeing her nude was still something new, but my lady deserved a higher level of respect. She stayed calm while I washed her up, and I even had to join to get a bath at the same time.
When we got out, I pulled the first aid box out and applied some treatments on her bruises, ones she got when she was searching for that b***h last night, and the little one she got on her fist from punching her.
“One of the ladies used this and couldn't stop sobbing. Yet you're not even wincing.” I muttered, rubbing the ointment slowly with a cotton bud on the bruise.
She sighed out loud, "I'm not a child, and I've passed through more pains than
