Katie was bordering on terrified tears when he started laughing. She felt her stomach knot in relief. It was going to take time to figure this man out, what made him angry, what pleased him the most. She only hoped she could win the race before he grew tired of her. She had no idea what would happen if he did.<br/><br/>When he tried to clean her up, she almost volunteered to help him with his own mess as his gentle carresses across her belly sparked something just beneath her skin. But she was too chagrined and startled to persue this, merely following him docilely to the other room with gratefullness clearly, plainly written on her face.<br/><br/>She faltered, but hopefully not enough for him to notice, when he led her to the shower. She'd already had him in her mouth and he'd seen her most sensitive, private areas. If he wanted to bathe with her, she knew the consequences of her rebellion. She would not risk angering him again, so soon after the last time. And he seemed to be in a gentle enough mood. She thought she could do this if he looked, and did not touch.<br/><br/>Shyly, tentatively, she lowered her eyes and fumbled with the button and zipper on his jeans. She released them as she felt her own clothes slip off, but couldn't do anything else in her hurry to cover herself, crossing an arm over her breasts quickly and holding her little sex in the other hand. She stepped back only a few inches, biting her lower lip and staring at her own feet.<br/><br/>"Sorry.. sir. Um."