<strong>~ The slave girl Aishwa, having been summoned to the bathhouse to attend Cingetorix ~</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://fraser.typepad.com/frolix_8/images/dhg_wet.jpg)</div></div><br/>Her head bowed and dark eyes lowered, Aishwa hurried to carry out her mistresses commands. Her dainty feet carried her quickly through the entrance of the bathhouse to the man standing tall and pridefully, a clean loincloth tied in place after his bathing. Her petite body crouching gracefully to the sand at his feet, she carefully unrolled the leather she had been carrying and pulled out the two items tucked protectively inside - a novacila and a jar of fragrant oils. Hesitatingly, she reached out her slender hand and lightly rested it on the man’s foot, glancing her ebony eyes briefly upward to meet his piercing blue gaze. Aishwa spoke so quietly it was possible the man did not hear her gentle feminine voice as she pleaded, “Please...you must hold still while I prepare you as commanded.”  Using her hand, she applied just enough pressure to the inside of his ankle so that he would know what she requested of him, and she waited for him to spread his legs wide enough for her to accomplish her task. Taking up the novacila, she curved her left hand around his muscled calf and began shaving the hair from his leg with her right hand. Skillfully she moved the sharp tool over his body to reveal smooth, hairless skin from the tops of his toes to the tops of his thighs.<br/><br/>Standing up, she walked around behind him to shave any hair to be found on his back, then moved again to stand in front of him, removing the hair from his arms and chest, letting the tool follow the path of dark hair trailing down his abdomen. Biting her lip, she looked up into his face through a fringe of dark lashes, a slight pinkening of her cheeks giving away her sudden shyness. “I must...I must shave all of your hair,” she timidly spoke, and she nervously waited for him to remove his loincloth. A quick intake of breath as his member was uncovered to her gaze was her only outward display beyond the soft pink glow now blushing along her cheeks. Using her fingers to gently move his cock out of the way - down, left, right and finally pulled upward - she carefully and gently removed his pubic hair, taking extra care around the difficult and most tender areas, glancing up at his face every so often to gauge his temperament at her ministrations.<br/><br/>Finally the shaving was done, and she let out a breath of relief, not even realizing she had been holding her breath. Now the easy part. The men were always fearful when she had a blade in her hands stroking so close to their manhood; her hands were another matter entirely. Bending down, she set the novacila back on the leather, and uncorked the jar; immediately the heady scents of musk and marjoram rose to tease her nostrils.  Pouring a generous amount of the oil into her hand, she began to slather it on his freshly smoothed skin, massaging the oil in well.  Her hands massaged in long strokes up and down each leg, the sculpted muscles like granite beneath her small hands, his size making her form seem even more petite than it was. Standing up straight again, she moved behind him, reaching up high to massage the oil into the skin of his neck, across his broad shoulders and tapered back, and into the taut curves of his buttocks, kneading the muscles as she went.  His short cropped hair was dark as pitch, matching her own coloring, and she found him quite pleasing to look at, actually. As her palm caressed his left shoulder, she traced the tribal tattoo with her fingertip. Her breathing began to come faster and her tongue slipped out to lick her lips several times as she continued her ministrations on the hard, powerful male standing perfectly still for her attentions.<br/><br/>Moving in front of him once again, she bent down to pour more of the oil into her palm and as her body shifted she felt a moistness between her legs, her body’s reaction to her touching the glorious male before her. Swirling her palms over his chest, she coated and massaged every inch of his skin in the fragrant oil, moving her hands slowly side to side, her caressing hands moved lower and lower. At last there was only one last spot on his body that was as yet unoiled. Her eyes on his, she curled her small hands around his length and began to stroke the oil into his velvety skin. Massaging his cock with both her hands, her mouth unconsciously parted as she slid one hand to cup his balls and spread the oil around them carefully. Glancing down at the enticing serpent in her hands, she felt her knees weaken and she shakily knelt on the ground before him, her hands gripping him tightly. Almost as if hypnotized, she continued to stroke his cock worshipfully, the rosy lips of her mouth opening wider as she leaned toward him, her hot breath whispering against his sensitive, oiled tip. Her pink tongue slipped past her lips, curved and stretched outward to taste the temptation before her.  “Aishwa!”  Releasing his cock quickly at the sharp warning hissed by one of the other slaves, she blushed furiously and stoppered the oil jar, rolled the items back up in the leather and hurried from the bathhouse, not looking back. On the way back to the slave quarters, however, the rolled leather was held in front of her in such a way, that the firm tube pressed against her as she walked, the rhythmic motion of her stride causing the leather to caress her swollen and aroused womanhood. Taking the long way back, she picked up her pace, soft moans escaping her lips in breaths panted in time to her steps. Just as she reached the entrance steps, a look of rapture came over her face and a long moan softly released from her lips.<br/>