She was still utterly confused by the situation but she didn't resist his hug or not do as he said about washing him.   She soaped up the scrunchie and took her time washing him, though yes she did blush hotly when it came to washing his front half.   Twice she had to stop and maneuver herself under the water so that her thighs could get washed off as his cum was leaking out of her in sluggish drips.   Though when he guided her hands to his penis her eyes were as wide as possible, she washed him off as best she could and as quickly as she could before she had turned back to scrubbing herself between her thighs.   When the water went off she followed him out of the stall and started to dry herself off.<br/><br/><em>What does that make me?   A pet he uses for sex? </em>It was unnerving and it was making her stomach cramp up to think about it.   After towel drying her hair and dragging a brush through her damp locks she followed him to the bed.<em> It's not like I tried to stop him... not that I could. </em>It was only now after they had gotten out of the shower that she felt embarrassed and once again shy in front of him to be naked.  She climbed on to the bed and settled against him, flipping and twisting, unable to find a comfortable position.   She ended up on her side facing him when he reached over to touch her breast.  Gaze lifted to his face as he spoke and she found herself shaking her head no to his question even though she didn't fully get it.<br/><br/><strong>"Mina pet... not ..." </strong>She didn't have the words and was obviously frustrated by it.   Instead she lifted her hands and mimicked fucking with her fingers.<strong> "Pet not..."</strong>She made the motion again, looking up at him obviously trying to figure out when or what had changed her from his cute pet to a her being his sexual pet.