Chapter Eight
When they got to their room Laura ordered Ian to strip and stand in the shower. She brought a chair from the bedroom and sat down in front of him, slipping off her shoes.
She extended one leg. “All right wank boy, you’ve had your fun. You sprayed horrid runny spunk over my delectable tootsies, so now you’re going to clean my feet.”
Ian knelt down and took hold of her ankle. He looked up at her, a little unsure how to proceed. He started to bend down.
Laura snapped impatiently, “Unhook the shower head first!”
Ian scrambled to comply, turning on the water and adjusting the flow and temperature. He carefully soaped and rinsed from mid-calf down, rubbing his thumbs up her instep and pressing his fingers gently between each toe. He picked up a fresh towel and lovingly dried h
