He took the sudsy poof and looked at it for a moment with a smile, so many new and strange things. He did not even notice her reactions as he started with her shoulders and began to scrub her skin. First the upper back and then down to her lower back, he carefully avoided her neck. Strong capable hands that did as he promised, cleaning her even as he worked over every muscle in her back. The pressure was there, just enough to move the skin, to find the knots, but he did not offer to relieve her stress.<br/><br/><em>This shower, as you call it, is amazing. That you can control the temperature and draw water without an army of workers to stoke fires and serve you is something I have never seen. There is much, I imagine, I have never seen. Such as those strange containers the soap was in, and this odd sponge type thing.</em><br/><br/>He playing pattered her back with the poof, as if her where leaving great stipples of paint in her wake. Then she felt him rub the poof over her rear. It was the same stroke as her back, and arms, a "professional" more than a personal movement that did not daly. He knelt down, washing her legs to the ankle, running the full length of the outside if her leg. Without thinking he started to run the inside of her leg. He was then he realized he was eye level with her rear, with her sex, and that he could still smell her. He bit his lip and stood up, keeping his sigh to himself.<br/><br/><em>There, I hope that feels better, I would offer to do your front as well, but you would think I had other motives. Are you a Taurus?</em>