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36  A thorough bath

Matilda's lips curved into a smile, and she nodded. "Thank you, Zafron. That would be lovely. Although my back aches, mind getting that first?"

Zafron hesitated, taken aback by her request. He had never been so close to the mistress, not like this at least. But the thought of refusing her made his heart ache.

"Of course, Mistress," he finally said, bowing his head.

Matilda turned her back to him, her silhouette framed by the sunlight filtering through the window. Zafron could see the outline of her corset, the laces tightly cinched around her waist.

He stepped closer, his hands trembling as he reached out to touch her. He gently brushed his fingers against her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the fabric of her dress.

"A little lower," Matilda instructed, her voice barely above a whisper.

Zafron obliged, his hands gliding down her back until they reached the curve of her buttocks. He could feel the muscles tense beneath his fingers, and he wondered if she was as nervous as he was.

"Harder," she breathed, her voice barely audible.

Zafron pressed his fingers into her flesh, massaging the tight knots that had formed. He could feel her body relax under his touch, and he allowed himself a small smile.

"Is that better, Mistress?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Much better," she replied, turning to face him.

Zafron's eyes widened as he took in her appearance. She had removed her dress, revealing her corset and petticoat. Her breasts were pushed up and together, spilling out of the top of her corset.

Matilda reached behind her back, unlacing her corset and letting it fall to the ground. Her breasts bounced free, large and round with dark pink nipples.

Zafron couldn't help but stare, his mouth dry. He had never seen a woman's breasts as beautiful as Matilda's, let alone ones so large and perfect.

"Zafron," Matilda said, her voice low and sultry. "Would you mind helping me with my bath?"

Zafron nodded, unable to speak. He followed her into the bathroom, his eyes glued to her curves.

The bathroom was filled with steam, the air thick and heavy. Matilda stepped into the tub, sinking down into the hot water.

Matilda leaned back, her breasts breaking the surface of the water. Zafron couldn't help but stare, his eyes drawn to her nipples, which were now hard and erect.

"Do you like what you see, Zafron?" Matilda asked, her voice teasing.

Zafron blushed, unable to meet her gaze. "I'm sorry, Mistress. I didn't mean to stare."

Matilda laughed, a musical sound that filled the room. "It's okay, Zafron. I don't mind."

"Join me," she said, patting the side of the tub.

As Matilda stepped into the bath, Zafron felt his heart race. He had never seen her so vulnerable, her hair wet and plastered to her head, her skin glistening with droplets of water.

Taking a deep breath, he approached the tub, picking up a washcloth and a bottle of lavender-scented soap. Carefully, he lathered the cloth and began to rub it against Matilda's back.

She let out a contented sigh, her muscles relaxing under his touch. "Mmm, that feels wonderful, Zafron," she murmured, her head resting against the edge of the tub.

Encouraged, Zafron continued to wash her back, taking care to avoid any sensitive areas. He could feel her warmth radiating through the cloth, and he couldn't help but feel a stirring in his loins.

"Would you like me to wash your hair, Mistress?" he asked, his voice strained.

"Yes, please," Matilda replied, her voice low and seductive.

Zafron carefully rinsed the cloth and poured some water over Matilda's hair. Then, he picked up a bottle of shampoo and began to massage it into her scalp.

Matilda moaned softly, her body arching against his touch. "Oh, Zafron," she breathed, "you have no idea how good that feels."

As Zafron continued to wash her hair, he couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. He had never been this close to Matilda, never touched her in such an intimate way.

"Could you hand me the soap, Zafron?" she asked, her voice sugary sweet.

Zafron did as he was told, passing her the bar of soap. As she lathered her hands, he watched in fascination as the bubbles slid down her arms and over her breasts.

"I need you to wash my back, Zafron," she said, her voice low and seductive. "Could you do that for me?"

Zafron nodded, his throat dry. He reached out, gently running the soap over her back, feeling the curve of her spine under his fingers.

Matilda moaned softly, arching her back. "That feels so good, Zafron," she murmured. "But I need you to go lower. My lower back is still dirty."

Zafron hesitated for a moment before complying. As he washed her lower back, he couldn't help but notice the way her hips were moving, grinding against the bottom of the tub.

"Zafron," she said, her voice husky. "I need you to wash right here, It's still dirty." She said, pointing at her fat ass. Zafron gulped. This felt eerie familiar.

Zafron's heart raced as he lathered the soap, gently rubbing it over her round, firm ass. He could feel her muscles tense under his fingers, and he knew she was enjoying it.

Matilda turned around, her breasts bouncing as she did so. "Now, Zafron," she said, her voice dripping with desire. "I need you to wash my front."

Zafron's hands shook as he lathered the soap, gently rubbing it over her breasts. Matilda moaned, leaning back against him. He could feel her nipples harden under his fingers, and he knew she was getting close.

Zafron continued to rub her breasts, feeling her body tremble under his fingers. She let out a soft moan as she shuddered, her body shaking with pleasure.

'what just happened?' he wondered.

As she caught her breath, she turned to him, a wicked smile on her face. "That was wonderful, Zafron,"

"Your turn," Matilda said, breaking the silence. She gestured to a nearby bucket, filled with warm water. "Why don't you wash up while I finish my bath?"

Zafron nodded, feeling suddenly self-conscious. He stepped into the bucket, quickly washing himself with a bar of soap.

As he rinsed off, he couldn't help but steal glances at Matilda, her body still submerged in the water. He could see the outline of her curves, the way her breasts floated on the surface, and the curve of her hips.

"Zafron," Matilda said, her voice firm. "Come here."

Zafron stepped out of the bucket, approaching Matilda cautiously.

"Turn around," she instructed, gesturing to her back.

Zafron did as he was told, feeling her hands on his shoulders as she began to rub his back.

"Mmm, you have such a strong back," she purred, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zafron couldn't help but shiver, feeling her breath hot against his ear.

"And such broad shoulders," she continued, her hands moving up to his neck.

Zafron felt her breasts press against his back, her nipples hard against his skin.

"Mistress," he breathed, his voice strained.

"Yes, Zafron?" Matilda asked, her voice innocent.

"I-I think I should go," he stammered, feeling his arousal grow.

"Oh, but Zafron," Matilda said, her voice low and seductive, "we're just getting started."

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