Ana lifted herself wearily to her feet, her breathing heavy for an unusually long time. Despite her curves she led a more or less sedentary lifestyle, and this amount of exertion had managed to leave the poor girl quite exhausted. She smiled, however, as the twins helped dry her off -- the soft, dry cloth of the towel felt so soothing against her raw skin, pinkened from the heat of the hot tub.<br/><br/>"Thank you, mistresses," she whispered quietly as the twins helped lead her to bed, the young tattooed girl crawling in gratefully and curling into a halfway-fetal position, her breath finally slowing to a normal pace. She looked so worn out, the poor thing, but utterly satisfied with her new situation and the way she had been utilized by her new owners.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>