"Oh my God, if I could have sex with nothing but that goo, I totally would, Deandra. For real." Anya's satisfied whimper made the French woman laugh gently as she continued to work the thick, medicinal goo into Anya's two holes.
"I've used it a time or two myself, Anya, I understand how you feel. Though, I've never fucked a dragon."
"Just go out in the yard and try to fuck a tree stump, it pretty much feels the same way." Anya muttered and felt the woman chuckle again as she set the jar aside.
"I do not think that Mr. Lotus would appreciate being compared to a tree stump. He would hope he was a little more satisfying." A female voice said from the doorway and Anya looked up from where she was being lowered into the bathtub to see Shi standing there, back in her black dress, a smile on her face.
Anya smiled, beckoning Shi to her with her index finger and she watched as the woman came over to her as Deandra continued to wash her. The tattoo had been covered carefully after Deandra had applied more lotion, and then it had been taped so that she could bathe the mix of sweat and cum off of her body. She knew Mr. Hughes was furious about the tattoo, but there was nothing to do about it now. It was larger than she thought it would be, the tip of each wing ended at each corner of the small of her back. She'd have to be careful about her shirts, she wouldn't want her scrub tops at work to rise when she sat down, Anya didn't want the questions she knew she would receive from her co-workers. Not that she would tell them anything about the spa she'd gone to, it's not as if they would have believed her if she did.
"I've come to say goodbye, Anya." Shi said as she sat on the edge of the tub.
"I'm sorry I did what I did to you. I'm sorry that you were punished." Anya told her, putting a hand on top of the woman's clothed thigh.
"Oh, don't worry about that. I was very happy to have you fuck me, Anya. And him, it wasn't my first time in the chest, you know." Shi said in a chuckle.
"I was a little jealous of your time there, you know. To be able to have him take me out and do whatever he wanted, and then putting me back. It was kind of hot." Anya nodded, Shi's hand came down to rest on top of hers as Deandra dumped a cup of water into her hair.
"Are you ready to go home, Anya?" Shi asked.
Anya thought about it for a moment, she wanted to give an honest answer. Eventually, she nodded her head, "Yes. I miss my children so much. I need them. I feel very...different, but I want my family, and I want to get back to my life."
"Good. You'll notice that over the next week or so, your body is going to alternate between being sore, aroused, and uncomfortable. We've put you through so much. You haven't had any time to adjust to it all. We'll send you home with some of our salve that we make. It keeps for a while, and you can't really misuse it, so it's safe. Just keep it to yourself, of course." Shi told her as she stood up again and crossed the room.
Anya looked at Deandra, she had rinsed her long hair and was using a sponge on her breasts and stomach. It was making Anya's pussy clench and she slipped her arms around the woman and pulled her into the water with her, molding her lips over the mouth of the French woman, who squealed and then kissed her bag with passion, their tongues meeting and clinging, their hands pressing and squeezing at each other until Anya finally pulled back and looked at the normally quiet maid with a smile on her face.
"I never thanked you for fucking my ass before, Deandra. It felt really good." Anya whispered in her ear before licking and biting the lobe.
"I received pleasure from it, as well, Anya." Deandra sat up on her knees, wet from the breasts down, her dress sticking to her thin body.
"Deandra, get her dried off and then take off your clothes. We don't have a lot of time." Shi said, her hands on the buttons on the back of her own gown.
Anya's eyes widened and she watched as the two undressed in front of her. They were both very thin and pretty. Their skin smooth and Deandra's pebbled from getting cold after stepping out of the tub and into the cooler air of the room. She helped Anya up and wrapped a towel around her hair and then another was used to dry off her body.
"Lay her there." Shi pointed to the large bathmat, and Anya happily laid down carefully on her back, not wanting too much movement on her tattoo.
"Anya, close your eyes." Shi smiled down at her and Anya complied, feeling feet step over to her and soon, she could feel someone sit over her face, and a pussy was smushed against her mouth. Anya opened it in a gasp and wrapped her hands around smooth thighs as she began to suck hard on the clit of the woman above her.
She was sure it was Shi, and she could feel Deandra move in between her legs, her small mouth immediately attacking Anya's stimulated clit. She moaned and felt her pussy clench with a soft orgasm. Anya concentrated on Shi and the way she gyrated her hips and moaned about Anya. When she finally came, Anya licked and sucked at the nectar and drank it while Shi cried out in abandon.
Deandra didn't penetrate her pussy with anything but her tongue, but she'd moved a thumb to caress her clit as her mouth moved to Anya's hot pussy lips to kiss her carnally. Anya felt her body jerk and her hips bucked into the woman as she was eaten, and while she was eating the woman on her face just as vigorously.
They all came together in waves before finally, Shi stood up, they had to have Anya clean and ready to go very soon. Helping the brunette up, Shi rubbed her hair and then brushed it thoroughly. Deandra cleaned her face, a contended smile on her own lips at the way Anya had tasted. It was as good as she had heard. Anya was wiped clean, dressed in a simple yellow sundress and white flats, and her hair was braided in a side braid that left strands of the wavy, this hair loose around her face to frame it. When they opened the bathroom door, Anya saw Mr. Hughes standing there, a gray suit on today, his intense light blue eyes found and connected to hers as the two servants went into the bedroom and collected the suitcase and purse that she had brought with her.
"Are you ready to go?" Mr. Hughes asked as Anya walked towards him slowly.
"Yes. Are you ready for me to go?" She couldn't want him to say no, she didn't want him to say no, but she did. She wanted him to say no, her pussy wanted him to say no. Fuck, she wasn't ready to leave. She had loved it here, she wanted to stay, damn it. The thoughts hit her like a ton of bricks and her stomach felt filled with lead and her throat ran dry.
"We must leave or else we might miss your flight, Anya." He didn't answer her and Anya frowned, answer me!
"All right." She offered him her hand, and he took it in his palm, wrapping his fingers through hers tightly and walking at her side out the bedroom door for the final time.
"Everything with Samir is okay now?" Anya asked gently as they made their way down the hallway towards the staircase.
"Yes." Mr. Hughes nodded, seeing the man in question suddenly come into view, he was running up the staircase, a look of concern on his face until he saw them, or more specifically, Anya, and a broad smile lit his face.
Anya widened her eyes as the handsome man came up to her, wrapped his arms around her thighs, and lifted her in front of him and walked back down the stairs with her in his arms.
"I didn't think I was in time to say goodbye, Anya." He chuckled as he let her slide down the front of his body.
