The touch, through not healing, was soothing to Sophia’s soul. It was something she needed to cling to, as the evening had been a rollercoaster ride on her spirit. She had trust the dominant woman with her secret.<br/><br/>Now she moved her leg to separate her Mistress’s legs to place her skin at the sex of Mistress. Her washing continue downward  as she started a sway as if they were dancing.<br/><br/>