She shut the door immediately upon entering the bathroom not wanting the steam to escape: The candles lined the tub, and flickered but gave off little light through the mist. The aroma of patchouli and musk wafted through the small space. She stripped off her clothes and tested the bath water with her foot...it was barely tolerable and the way she liked it. She stepped in and lowered herself into the water: The heat burning her flesh. The bubbles encompassed her as she slowly immersed her body.
As she slid into the water she raised her feet to the showerhead wall, sliding her feet up as she slid down; her legs stretching out before her. The only part of her torso that was visible was her breasts, which the bubbles seemed to avoid with knowing. She adjusted to the heat and relaxed. Breathing deeply she shut her eyes.
Her mind floated away into thought as her hands slipped between her legs. With two fingers she pushed the soft folds of her pussy apart and with the other hand began slow, rhythmic circles around her clit.
...And then came the intrusion.
The man's voice was low, and deep and, demanding...He spoke slowly and with purpose.
"Tell me," he asked, "What would you do for me?"
As he spoke another man entered the bathroom and stepped towards the tub. He leaned over and pushed the stopper down to let the water run out. She looked at both wanting them but frightened at the intensity of her desire. She said nothing as both men entered the small space: The one that had spoken took his place in front while the second man to her back...Hands reached out and began to touch her.
Without objection she let them work, and once again she heard him question her...
Softly he asked, "What would you do for me?"
