She led me to the bathroom; we removed the last articles of clothing, our underwear. Smiling, turned on the water, and adjusted the temperature and fl...ow motioning me to join her.We took the soap and began washing each other. Moving slowly, allowing our hands to linger wherever they pleased, each pleasuring the other with long, sensuous strokes. We kissed again. She broke away, rinsing the soap away paying more attention to my fully erect dick, making sure that it was clean. Smiling she went on. Hejust smiled as if my thoughts were nothing, or not intentional.We both looked away, before I looked back at him and said 'Grandpa?' 'Yes, sweetie' he replied.'Did you mean that?' I enquired. 'Mean what, my love?' he asked. 'That I could just ask?' I replied.It took a brief moment for him to recall what he had said a few moments ago, then he gave out a small chuckle 'no my love, it was just a figure of speech.''Oh' I responded, with a slight sigh.He caught that, and said 'Why honey, did you. Was this really happening? Did she mean what I think she meant? I've imagined this moment so many times. I'm straight and so is Selma but I'd always fantasised about being with her purely because she's so hot, but I would never of expected her to want the same. I realised I had to do something. I sat up and gave her eye contact. I gently touched her knees and began opening her legs. "No no no," she said. "You have to work hard to get access to that. I want you to worship my body." That was all. .And from the unruly, rowdy crowd, their imagination inflamed by their debauched lives and the huge price, the suggestions start to flow: "Let her be brutally taken by two slavegirls" proposes one, a slack faced degenerate upper class youth with the eyes of an old man "An african and a germanic slave, an african woman with hard strong hips and big breasts, black as a hot night, and a tall, rangy germanic slavegirl, almost flat, so pale her skin is darker than her blonde hair, and let the dark.