<strong>Moussad ~ with the towel off from Madison Morn day 1 </strong><br/><br/>The toweling he could have done himself but that wasn't the point. She was his to serve him. All things came from him to her and she gave everything to him. Training. The kind of training that sunk in far better than a whip.<br/><br/>This kind of training she would look forward to every time they moved to a bath. Every time she saw a towel.<br/><br/>Her arms around him and her body against his. Soft sensual brushing against his back as she caress his cock and balls. He spread his legs wider, giving her access. His arm went behind to touch her. He could not longer be still with the attention and care she was giving him.<br/><br/>He sighed and his head rolled back as he pressed his cock into that towel. Once she had stopped. Her hands hovering. He twisted around to pull her against his chest. The towel in his hand as he wrapped it down her back.<br/>His warming cock pressed between them. His arms folded around her as he snuggled with her. His hands rubbing the towel over her body as he kept her resting against him. They had to go or they would share a lazy day checking out the furniture in the bedroom.<br/><br/>He kissed her ear tenderly. Then her hair. His voice deep in the way of a lover and he pulled the towel from her curves of her body.<br/><br/>"Go the bed. Wear sarwee. Dress. Quick! Quick!" He said then repeated it properly in Aramaic for her to feel the way the words were put together.<br/><br/>But he was loath to let her leave his side.<br/><br/>