Alternating between feeding her and himself, Tom finishes the meal by presenting her with another full glass of the wine. Pausing, she shakes her head no to indicate she doesn't want more, but he tells her she should drink it anyway, as she is still tense and that there are still more aspects of slavery that he wants to show her, which are harder and yet more demanding than what she has already undergone. Tensing at this new information, she resignedly accepts his hand in her hair once more as he pulls her lips to the glass and drinks the vintage, pausing several times before she gets it finished. Silently she wonders what else could possibly be worse that what she has already endured.
The meal finished, Tom stands and leaning over, kisses her firmly on the mouth while he gently but firmly, lifts the naked young girl to her feet by her breasts.
Wiping her mouth and chin with the paper napkin he has used during the meal, he says she had better get cleaned up again before George arrives. As he leads her back to the bathroom, he tells her she should shower and as he opens the shower door, he starts to take his own shirt off followed by his jeans, socks and finally his close fitting boxer shorts as she stands quietly under the showerhead watching and wondering.
As he straightens and stands nude before her, she thinks, "My God, he's beautiful. He looks like a Greek statue. Why, this is the first time I've seen him naked, what is he going to do now? Oh My! He isn't erect!", as she gazes at his flaccid penis draped over the low hanging scrotum and is surprised at how much smaller it is than during the times she has seen, touched and even sucked it when it was hard and stiffly probing at her,
"How can it grow so much?" She wonders.
Her silent question is interrupted as he says, "I need to get cleaned up too, so I might as well help you at the same time.", stepping into the shower and quickly turning the water on so that it cascades down over both of them. As he takes a freshly opened bar of soap and reaches towards her, she reflexively reaches to take it from him.
"No Love let me do it." He commands as he starts to lather her throat and upper chest. He slides the bar under her arms and washes them before quickly soaping her breasts and the slick caresses of his hands causes her nipples to tighten almost painfully as they become upright and tingle deliciously.
"Oh that feels good!" she exclaims and then gasps as the two slippery hands slide over her stomach and down to her pubic mound.
"Now open your legs." he orders as he spreads her thighs and kneels to reach between them and lather her nether regions. Although he is being brisk and efficient, the erotic nature of his soft, slick caresses quickly arouse the compliant girl and she starts to pant as he leaves her vagina soapy and dripping and continues downwards to lather thighs, legs and feet, even spreading and rubbing between each toe.
"Now turn around and let me do your back," he commands as he stands back up and starts with the nape of her neck and descends down her back. Reaching her buttocks, he spreads them to wash the cleft between. As he arrives close to her rectum, she automatically clenches and stiffens and he quietly uses his feet to spread her legs apart once more and shoves her forward so that she is bending over to give him access. No one, not her mother or even doctors have ever touched her there and she starts to cry with humiliation even as she feels the soap bar and then his fingers rub against the tightly puckered ring of her anus.
"No!" She screams as a slick soapy finger suddenly probes into the narrow circle.
"It's all right! Be still!" He orders her, as the pressure of his other hand on her back increases, preventing her from involuntarily standing up. For several seconds he holds her still with his finger inserted to the first knuckle to accustom her to the new and unwanted sensation.
"Now it's your turn." he tells her as he finally removes the intruding digit and turns her around to face him.
Taking the bar of soap from his offering hand, Alicia nervously starts to lather his neck and chest. Gaining confidence she proceeds to more quickly rub his flat stomach but stops when she spies his now raging, erect organ jutting up hard against his lower belly.
"It's Ok! Go ahead." he tells her and spreads his legs apart to give her easier access to his aroused genitals, "A normal part of a Slave's duties is to keep things clean."
Trembling she grasps the stiff shaft and starts to slowly rub suds up and down its length. The pulsating rod throbs in her hand and she feels Tom's hand on her shoulder as he gasps, "That's clean enough, I think! Get my balls and legs and then do my back."
As she lathers his buttocks, he bends forward and grasps both cheeks with his hands and spreads them apart exposing the dark circle of his rectum just above the slightly hairy scrotum with its dangling testicles gently bouncing inside.
"Oh No! I can't!" She stammers as he tells her to go ahead because the whole idea of a shower is to get clean. Unwillingly, she grasps the dangling bag containing the soft round balls and lathers them before softly soaping the wrinkled brown cavity. Finally, she loathingly inserts a soapy index finger through the sphincter and wiggles it around, surprised at how hot he feels. Quickly withdrawing the finger, she hurriedly washes it with the soap as he turns around and grabs her neck with both hands and pulls her tear stained face to his and kisses her deeply.
As their slick, soap covered bodies come into full contact for the first time, they both gasp at the erotic sensation. Both their hands start to explore and caress each other's backs and then buttocks as she eagerly presses her breasts against his chest and feels him shoving his now huge erection into her stomach.
Wiggling their sudsed up bodies against each other they spend several minutes relishing the incredibly sensuous experience before they mutually break away to catch their breaths.
"I'm sorry, Love. I lied when I told you the whole idea of a shower was to get clean. I think we might have discovered another use for showering." He laughs, "That was... uh I mean you are incredible! But maybe we'd better rinse off and see what time it is."
Still breathless with arousal and love, this reminder that she is expected to not only display herself to another man but then to suck his penis, once more confuses her as they emerge from the shower and Tom dries her and then himself. As she quickly combs her still damp hair, brushes her teeth and reapplies make up, Tom dresses and goes back to the living room.
"Isn't it time he was here?" She quietly asks as she quietly enters the room where her lover is again sitting at the table reading the document she earlier signed agreeing to the imminent encounter with their friend George.
"We've got some time yet." He replies, "I'm just reading this again. Do you still want to go through with it?"
Surprised that he is asking her this again, she looks at him and stutters, "W-well I can't say I want to, because I don't. But I promised I would and I'll do my best if you still want me to. I-I still don't know if I can."
"So you are still willing, although you don't want to? Is that right?" He continues.
"Y-yes. I think I can let him see me and even kiss and touch me because you want me to, but I don't believe I'll be able to-to suck his penis! Darling, I'm so scared! I've never even seen another man's penis, not even my fathers'. In fact, I've never even seen a picture of one when it's been h-hard." She cries.
"There now, Alicia. Don't worry; it won't be as bad as you think. Are you still willing to let us force you if you back out at the last minute?"
"I s-suppose so. I promised! B-but..."
"But what Darling" He demands.
"I'm so afraid! What if he gets carried away and hurts me? Will he rape me? How can you force me without hurting? What if he has some disease?" She begs.
"Don't worry Sweetheart! That won't happen. I know he doesn't have any diseases, because he worried about catching something from Virginia until I convinced him she's healthy too. Also, I'm going to have him read this paper and make sure he agrees and understands that this is all that's going to happen no matter what." He assures her, "And if you resist or can't go through with anything, I promise we won't do anything more than just absolutely necessary to make you do it. I may hold you and even force your mouth open for him, but I swear we won't let you choke or really hurt you."