"You will understand that I am not ready to give you my full trust, yes?  Everything has happened so quickly, and I think it better to remain here for a bit longer.  I don't wish to take you back to my people until I'm certain that you are not setting yet another trap."  Kahlil felt bad that she still couldn't quite trust him, but she also felt the need to be honest.  Turning her head, she looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes watching a face that had looked upon her with lust and disfavor.  He was so handsome... and dangerous.<br/><br/>Turning to face him, she reached for the soap, claiming it from his fingers to administer the same care upon him.  Her pale hands slid over the dark muscled chest, leaving soap suds in their wake.  From his chest, she moved to his shoulders and arms, her eyes lifting to look into his face on occasion.  Then she moved down to his belly and further, to his cock, taking it into her hands and washing it gently.