Rodo's tongue was rather skillful still, it seemed... It didn't take much effort on his part, after so many years of doing this. He made certain that she remained on the bed, slowly clambering up next to her and cooing into her neck... He suddenly felt an undying urge built up inside of him, but he tried his best to hold back the temptation for now... He was a slave in this house, and he knew that he must do as he was told, and little else... Though those very folds seemed awfully inviting to him, and it seemed his body was agreeing, the lone cloth that he wore (which covered him in a fashion similar to a long, simple nightgown) taking on an awkward shape as a result!