Liza lets out a smooth, throaty sigh as the runner's fingers trail down her leg... followed by a full on giggle-fit as the Israeli woman uses her teeth to get her finally, completely disrobed. Judging by the way her nipples have started to peak in the warm bathroom air, though, it's pretty obvious that she was "amused" in more ways than one. So much so that the runner almost feels like the corner-girl is going to wrap her legs around her shoulders when her hands wrap around to squeeze the woman's ass, and her hips do a little swiveling motion as the Israeli woman's lips brush against her small, pearl-like clit.<br/><br/>"My, my. Isn't Mama lucky?"<br/><br/>As she kisses her way up Liza's belly, Tzahala can hear the sound of the woman setting her wine-glass down on the lip of the tub... and then Liza's smooth, polished fingers are gliding through the runner's hair and over the muscles in her back, urging her onward and upward her face has been wholly enveloped by the prostitute's soft, warm breasts. By now, the corner-girl's free hand is around the small of Tzahala's back... so the runner can feel the sudden, delighted curling of her fingers as the Israeli woman's tongue dances up her neck. Robin wasn't lying... such a simple, brief caress is enough to make the prostitute's head roll back, dunking her long black hair into the chocolate-infused bath water, and her elbow shakes just a little bit as she struggles to keep herself afloat. Just as fun, though, is the way her sun-kissed skin still shows the faintest imprint of Tzahala's fingers around her nipples as the runner straightens up.<br/><br/>"Well, you certainly know all the right ways to make a woman blush, don't you Girly..." Liza's hair plasters itself to her back as she straightens, and that coy grin is right back on her lips... though she certainly seems just a little bit breathless after Tzahala's "kiss." "If you keep pushing buttons, I might end up raising the temperature of the bathwater instead of the other way around."<br/><br/>With a grin, the woman turns and gracefully lowers herself into Tzahala's ready-made bath, letting the bubbles fold over her like the toga on an old Grecian statue. And for one moment, everything fades from the woman's face except for a small, blissful smile as the heat begins to settle in and drain the weariness of her day away.<br/><br/>"Why don't you have a glass of wine, and we can take a moment to 'warm up' before you join me in here. Mama might have to take advantage of you a little bit, since you offered so nicely..."