<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: calibri;">Amarantha sunk lower into the bathing pool full of warmed milk. A long satisfied sigh escaped between her lips while the woman merely enjoyed the liquid that surrounded her skin. Melete had done well again though of course her Domina would not have even praised such good work. It was expected, not commended. However, for as long as the girl had been here, Amarantha was more soft towards that particular slave than others. <br/><br/>"Hecate, come here and was my back for me. I want every inch of my skin to be as soft as possible and I can hardly reach back there," the Roman woman demanded while pulling herself upright to expose well formed breasts unashamedly. The sudden change from the warm bath to cooler air caused the more sensitive flesh of Amarantha's nipples to harden. She placed an arm over herself to give more warmth to her body again while waiting for Melete to undress and enter the bath with her in order to tend to her Domina. <br/><br/>"What are you waiting for girl. Move along now before you find my hand across your cheek again," Amarantha said casually while using her free hand to study the ends of her blond tresses. That hair was all the envy of her lady friends, and Amarantha up-kept it quite well in order to maintain that jealousy. But then her thoughts strayed and the woman found herself staring off into nothingness while her eyes seemed to fixate on the rippling white bathing milk. <br/><br/><br/></span>