<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=89699.msg4162658#msg4162658">Quote from: The Fifth Master on 22-01-2011, 00:13:46</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Moussad ~ Madison shower over morn day 1 <br/><br/>Moussad watched his woman's honest efforts. As she returned with a towel he grabbed her to him. Capturing her in the kind of kiss that was meant to own her. Tell her she was his as surely as any brand he would mark her body with. <br/><br/>There would never be any doubt she was his. Even when she thought there was. He slowly gave her back her feet. The towel still in her hand.<br/><br/>"You dry me," He told her and put his arms out from his sides.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/><strong>Madison~swept off her feet once again with Moussad after a shower Day 1</strong><br/><br/>He reached out and Madison had assumed he would take the towel, but then his arms went around her, pulling her slender form against him in a crushing kiss. A reminder of who she belonged to and who she served. There was never doubt. Even the night before she knew it. She just didn't know she knew.<br/><br/>She was Moussad's bitch, slave, girl, whatever it was he decided to title her with that was who Madison was.<br/><br/>Set on her feet, soft eyes lifting to meet his when he gwvethe command. Slowly she stepped to him, the towel spread in both hands. First his stomach and chest, then up over his shoulders, down his strong arms and back up. It was obvious that she was hesitant about going any lower, in a graceful, fluid twirl she was behind Moussad. The towel caressing his back while she hummed a little melody, her hips swaying to the song in her head. It was second nature to her and soon there was no avoiding the lower half of Moussad's body.<br/><br/>Dropping to one knee the towel grazed over the contours of his rear and then down first the left leg until all was dry, arms encircling his thigh so that his whole leg would be dried at once. Crossing to the right she repeated the process until nearly everything was dry.<br/><br/>Madison rose back to her feet, still humming and after wrapping her arms around Moussad's waist, cupped his manhood and sack in one hand while gently using the towel to finish the process. Her body pressed against him, much like a lover before finally pulling away. She was grateful to be behind him, to hide the crimson blush on her cheeks after being so bold.