"Your a lover not a slave I'd enjoy washing you and you can wash me I'll ask the Seneator to have you stay here when your not needed if he takes you on if you would like that my bed is warm and I'd be good company, just think about it.," Tamar has Penelope stand and washes her lovingingly and generously wetting her and soaping her skin starting at the face and beck then working her way down adding kisses and tonguing in sensitive spots known only to another woman after washing her hands of oil. Tamar is slow and agonizing at times trying to make Penelope's flesh hot.<br/><br/>"Penelope I want to see you on your back your body burning at my touches and caresses making you yearn for me after this night is over.," Tamar whispers into her right ear with passion. At that point she washes between her legs over her hairless mound (Roman women were impeccibly plucked free of hair in various areas so I assume she has no hair there) brushing firmly over her clitoris.