Michele kept her green eyes on the ground until Manny lifted her chin. She didn’t want to look in his eyes. Fearing what he may say to her. Tears welled in her eyes When he said “Oh love, I was just playing. I was trying to be funny.” She flunged her arms around him, feeling stupid at thinking the worst of him. She knew that he wouldn’t hurt her.<br/><br/>“I’m Sorry Manny, I was being stupid.I didn’t think about sex slave” She blush at that. “ I know that Manny I want to love you forever too. I just don’t about a lot of things. Sex things” She dipped her head she had seal her off from men and sex. After she killed that man for basically raping her. Mostly because she feared of it happening again.<br/><br/>Michele beamed at him as he put the wash cloth in her hand and smiled at her reassuringly at her. She smiled even more when he called her his queen and said that he knew that she would do a good job. It booted her moral and self-confidents a bit. She took the soap and soaped up that wash cloth he gave her.<br/><br/>“ Thank you my king for your faith in me.” She gave him a quick kiss. Then place the soap on the ledge. Slowly she ran the cloth over this well muscle chest. Biting her lip as she traveled the soaping cloth down his six pack stomach. Damn if he didn’t have a fine body. She love that she got to explore and feel his body. Crouching down as she wash his well chiseled  legs. On purpose she avoided his large dick. There was a moment that she was tempted to take in her mouth. But she decided save the best for last.<br/><br/>“You know my King you have an amazing body. “ She trailed the wash cloth to his back once she rose from crouching. The back half him was just as gorgeous as the front. “ When you did you get the tribal dragon tattoo? I don’t remember you have this ten years ago.” She asked as she washed his back. She took longer as she listened to him. Then after he finished telling her about his tattoo. And postponing her next question long enough.<br/><br/>“Hmmm Manny, That sex slave sounded kinda fun” She admitted on a shy, timid voice “ Maybe you could show me how to do  that or we could try it sometime” Not knowing just how to phrase it, Michele voice went even quieter “Maybe you could be my sex slave.” Never once did she stop washing him not until that moment.