Mylanna felt very.. womanly, something she rarely had the luxury of feeling.  She loved her job as a scout, but there were times she just wanted to be pampered and cared for.  The men she had slept with over the years never quite understood, but Yuria, a woman of extraordinary beauty, did.  She knew Yuri was teasing her, but she loved every moment of it.  She hadn't had another bathe her since she was a child, and it felt absolutely divine.  At Yuri's question, she pauses in thought, not for what she liked, but how to say it, "his manhood.. the feel of it in my hand.. moving within my nethers, filling me.. his seed, the warmth spreading through my loins.. or *giggle* the taste of it... the taste of his seed as I swallow it..."  She giggles, her eyes cast downward, looking back up demurely at Yuri, "a woman is delightful to the palette in her entirety, but men it's just his manhood that I sometimes desire..."<br/><br/>At this she grows quiet, her eyes mostly closed, as Yuri turns her to face forward.  She bites at her lips, concentrates on maintaining her breathing , and simply tries not to orgasm simply from the bathing.  As her breasts are washed, she shudders slightly, tiny whimpers escaping her throat.  As she moves downward over her stomach, she has a slight moment to recover before Yuri softly washes her treasure.  Both lips roll inwards between her teeth, soft gasping moans catching in her throat at the delightful sensations coursing through her.  She is almost happy that the delightful, sensual torture was over, one she hoped to revisit another time, hopefully shared between them.  She wondered if Yuri knew just how close she had brought her to orgasm, even before she claimed her treasure with the sponge.<br/><br/>She looks to Yuri with almost doe-like eyes, full of adoration, and perhaps a bit more.  She watches as Yuri covers herself and leaves, shutting the door behind her.  She thinks about trying one of the shampoos, but her mind was a flutter, so she simply used the same soap and sponge to wash her face and hair.  A final rinse, and she lets the tub drain as she grabs a towel and steps out of the tub.  She pats her body down lightly, then works on her hair.  She wastes little time drying off, so anxious was she to rejoin Yuri on the couch.  She slips the robe on, tying it about her waist.  Combing her fingers through her hair, she opens the door and walks down the hall, enjoying the feel of the slightly too long robe as it opens slightly and fans out behind her, keeping her privates private, but making her feel sexy.  her steps slow as she gets to the couch, settling down beside Yuri.