' I reached up, gathered some liquid soap an started to lather up my body. I stepped out from under the water and vigorously worked the soap over my... tired muscles, worked my chest, my stomach and my midsection. I bent at the waist and washed down my thighs and lower legs. I worked my way back up, got some more soap and continued to do my backside and nether regions. Restarting the water I stepped into the stream and after washing my head and shoulders I opened my eyes and saw that my. My fingers gripped the slut's hips.“Oh, that was amazing!” moaned Kyra. “Mmm, it's so awesome but... You're a pig. I don't want to be in such a messy place.”“Oh, I'm so sorry, Queen Kyra!” Janette pulled from me, sliding her asshole off my dick. “I'll clean it up.”“No, no, I never want to come back here. We're leaving.” She smiled. “You don't need any clothes either, slave. But feel free to crawl around behind us.”“Yes, Queen Kyra,” the slut said, her excitement burning in her voice. I smiled. Will she think I'll interpret that as a 'come on' ? I hope so. I realise, in those few seconds, that I've wanted her - so, so much. I reach across the table to hold her hand - the one that's playing with the stem of her glass. Our eyes meet.Her : How can his eyes and touch do that after all these years ? I feel myself melt inside, my blood seems to descend into my groin and my nipples stiffen. Thank goodness I have a coat on !Him : Her hand doesn't pull back. I look at her again and see that. That threw her for a couple of weeks. She didn’t wantto devise an experiment whose results meant nothing toher or anyone else. The experiment had to produceuseful information or she was just playing a game andwasting her time.Then it hit her. Her situation was not unique. Why notcreate a hypothetical solution to her situation andset up an experiment to test it? If her solutionworked, it would be helpful to her and others. If itdidn’t, she would be able to analyze why, and thatcould.