A Royal Romp!

[Snuggle Bunz]

She shook her head softly to dismiss the concern, though she did wonder what he would look like properly bathed. Perhaps she would have him bathe...she thought of him for a moment as something she might have for herself, like a doll or trinket to cherish. She leaned her head back against her chair in thought, eyes locked on him as he settled at her feet.

Anne slid her left foot into his grasp, watching him quietly for a moment. "I will ask you a question, I would like the truth."

She began to fidget in her chair as his fingers grazed over the sensitive flesh of her foot, but her words would not come easily. She nibbled her bottom lip then frowned, "Why do you do this? Is it simply subservience? Surely you can take no joy from me as I am." To the point, blurted out, the Princess kept her face as neutral as possible but the yearning she felt remained in her eyes, the sting of Louis's repeated rejections had taken their toll.

His hair was so dark and thick, she wanted to bury her fingers in it; the thought of him doing the same to her made Anne squirm again. Looking off towards the fire, her voice was small and soft like that of a timid child begging a candle for the night.

"If... I asked you to consider being my...private servant, would you take into account the discretion such a position would require? Do you think yourself capable of such?"

Those wide eyes turned back to hold the servant in place, awaiting his answer she stretched her little toes and wormed her foot for more stimulation, slipping through his fingers till her ankle rested within his grasp.

 

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Connor gently wrapped his fingers around her foot, but kept his eyes on her.

She was a vision -- so unlike the scrawny, sullen-eyed kitchen wenches, or the bawdy chambermaids who laughed too loud and gossiped coarsely about who had tupped them in the broom closet after lunch. Or raunchy Mrs. Bleffel, who had once staggered drunkenly up to him fresh from her husband and offered him tuppence to "finish her up".

Anne was soft and lacy and clean and golden and elegant, a presence almost too delicate and beautiful to look at directly. But the way the fabric of her gown drew tight along the sides of her lush body made him ache with a hunger he had never felt before...

Connor saw her bite her lip, and saw the slight frown. But that look in her eye surely could not be the same he had seen in other girls. He must be mistaken.

"Why do you do this? Is it simply subservience? Surely you can take no joy from me as I am."

Anne's question took him aback. "Highness, I..." Connor was not sure what to say. The joy she brought him he could hardly say out loud. But she went on, sounding as if she were forcing herself to speak before she lost her nerve.

"If... I asked you to consider being my...private servant, would you take into account the discretion such a position would require? Do you think yourself capable of such?"

All sound seemed to drain from the room; even the crackling fire was subdued. Connor pieced his thoughts together like a man inching very carefully along a high ledge.

Private servant? Obviously she could not mean the first thing that leapt from his imagination. A personal messenger? That must be it, yes. Or even some kind of spy?

But he could see what her eyes said, and he wanted to believe it.

His heartbeat thudded in his ears. Connor could never forget his position, or the danger a misstep could bring -- expulsion from the castle, or even worse. But his pounding pulse was more than just fear. He felt the smooth skin of her ankle sliding against his fingers, and heard the very faint rustle of the fine cloth of her gown. And he looked back up at Anne, her wide, yearning eyes, her belly so big, so ripe, her breasts so full and pale and succulent...

Connor did not reply, but leaned forwards and kissed Anne's ankle, just where it met the foot. He didn't care -- he could be expelled, hanged, flogged... he would pay any price to feel her skin against his.

His hand closed around her foot, and he let his warm lips slide upwards a little to kiss again.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

So badly did she want him to find his words, alas he seemed to have thuroughly lost them. As the young man knelt there almost dumbfounded Anne did her best to push aside the nagging doubt in the back of her mind; fortunately she did not have to fight long.

When Connor's lips found the bare flesh of her ankle Anne blinked, her lips parted and she could say nothing herself. Her head tilted softly, golden strands slithering from behind her shoulder, down and around her arms. He is kissing me? There was reverence in his touch, she had never encountered such behavior.

As his lips planted again tears stung her eyes, "Again...?" she asked softly. She could do little more than stare as her heart began to race, her breath coming more quickly, causing her breasts to rise and fall swiftly.

He did not turn away and the Princess watched as her right hand released her own pale locks, slowly, very slowly it moved to the top of the man's head. For a moment her fingertips pulled back but she gathered her courage and gingerly stroked through his hair. Soft...it's so soft.

Enraptured by the moment, Anne leaned forward as much as her body would allow and slowly gathered Connor's face. Her fingertips played gently over his jawline while she curiously ran the tip of her nail just along the outside of his ear.

Her lips remained parted, darkening in their pinkish hue as they seemed to ripen with her intent. She wondered what it would be like to kiss him, and if he truly had accepted his position he would find out just what she had in mind.

Boldly she pulled him forward and up, he would no doubt land in her lap, still holding his face she pressed a curious little kiss to the side of his awaiting his response. Her lips were warm and moist, soft like rose petals; she released her hold on him and flushed uncomfortably.

Pink toes spread over his groin as she pushed him back to his knees, giving him her calf, the hemline of her night gown masking his hands as she turned her face into the upper wing of her overstuffed chair. She was hiding in a way though she never lifted her eyes from him, curious, she was very curious.

After a few moments she couldn't help herself, "Was that objectionable?" her little toes spreading and kneading into the flesh of his groin. "Is..this objectionable?" she enjoyed the warmth of his manhood as it permeated the fabric of his garment, she was keeping him at a distance for the time being, wary. Gauging his response still she wondered how much more she could 'play' with him.

 

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Connor lifted one hand to cover Anne's as she touched his cheek, keeping his gaze on hers. Then he willingly let her pull him forward, and not hesitating a moment, followed her shy peck on the cheek with a passionate, almost feverish kiss. Anne's body was both firm and soft beneath him, and her faint scent was intoxicating.

Suddenly she pushed him back to his knees and turned her face away. Connor's head whirled, and he stared at her in sudden alarm. What-... had he-...

But then her soft toes met his stiff warmth. Connor was unable to restrain a low groan at Anne's touch, and his length throbbed firmly back against her foot.

His hand slipped unconsciously up her calf. "... no, Highness," he breathed in the ghost of a voice, moving his hips a little to press against her daintily kneading toes.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

A smile played over her lips while she watched him retreat from the kiss, "I enjoyed that..." she almost beamed.

She kneaded at his sex wickedly, encouraged by the sound he made she wanted to hear more. When his hand slid up the length of her calf she squirmed, trying to move into his grasp she scooted a little in her chair then stopped. A bit awkwardly she moved back again and quietly asked, "Would you enjoy touching me...more?"

The Princess held her breath as she slid her leg into his grasp, urging it to slide up to her knee. Slowly she grasped the fabric of her gown and slowly moved it up to her knees, the lace slithering up the warm flesh of her shins.

 

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Without saying a word, Connor leaned forwards and kissed Anne gently on her rounded calf. His lips followed the receding fabric, pressing again a little higher up, then higher, caressing the rounded flesh with his kisses. His firm grasp slipped up her leg, his fingers now daringly just a little under the gown, pressing exquisitely into the soft skin just above her knee.

Suddenly his bit his lip and pressed forwards slightly, letting his thick, pulsing length slip slowly between her toes. Connor could not suppress a faint grunt.

 

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Anne squirmed as his fingers pressed into the flesh of her thigh, she was curious as to what she should do next. Feeling the movement beneath her foot she shivered softly with excitement, the sound of him causing her to blush; nuzzling her temple against the chair as she watched him anxiously.

"I..am enjoying this." she stammered, looking around for a moment she thought, "Perhaps you'd like to wash? There is a basin kept full in my bed chamber. If you would help me to my feet, I shall show you." The young woman reached for him expectantly, anticipating the brief closeness that was impending.

 

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Connor very reluctantly relinquished Anne's leg, setting it gently upon the floor, and even more reluctantly moved out from under her foot.

A wash did sound good, though. He tried to make some kind of ablution every day, though it was hard enough even to find any privacy and clean water. Connor had long since resolved that if he ever somehow became rich and powerful, he would take a bath not merely in a bathing tub, but with hot water.

He rose to his feet. "Thank you, Highness... that would be lovely." Connor took Anne's outstretched arm, lifting her to her feet with a surprising strength that drew her up close, her belly pressing warmly against him.

 

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Anne nestled against his warm body, her brow resting against his chest for a moment. Oooh yes he needed a bath. She decided she'd see him bathed next she had his company. She could feel something firm and warm pressing against her belly and that made her curious, Grey eyes captured Connor's own, a soft smile warming the young woman's face; she slowly moved her hands from behind his neck to trail over his shoulders and take a step back. "Thank you...this way please."

She moved from the sitting room towards a brief hallway, it lead into a rather elaborate bathroom. Off to the far wall was a glorious sunken bath, two sturdy bronze taps to bring in water for bathing; directly behind the bathroom was a smaller room was kept a boiler for heating the water. Anne lead him to a counter where a lovely porcelain painted bowl sat brimming with water already drawn; beside it sat a few washing cloths and some castill soap that smelled of a blend of flowers and citrus. She would replace the bar later.

"Please wash and I will allow you your privacy, I would offer you a proper bath but such a task at this hour would raise questions I believe neither of us should relish answering. This will do for now."

Anne dropped her eyes and let them flit to the doorway before making her way back through it, lace trailing behind her. Hesitating a moment she meandered back to the sitting room to poke at the fire, leaning against the mantle she trailed her fingers across the carvings int he wood absently while wondering just what to do with herself let alone Connor.

For a moment she fussed with her hair, pulling it all back to run down the back of her night gown, another moment and she pulled it all forward over her shoulder, patting it smooth. With a little anxious frustration she paced between the hearth and one of the sitting chairs, or waddled. Lord her feet hurt! With a sigh she dropped back into her chair and propped up her feet, staring into the fire as the flames licked at the wood.

Slowly Anne stroked her belly as she waited on the servant, her hand coming up to brush against her swollen breast; curiously she lifted it and cupped it gently, arranging her gown over it before releasing the lovely bit of flesh. Her eyelids felt heavy and she yearned for Connor's strong fingers, she wiggled her toes and looked to them with a little frown; her feet were a bit pudgy form swelling.

 

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Connor stood stock-still, staring at the bathing chamber in amazement. He murmured something or other in response to Anne's comments, and did not turn around when she left.

The wash bowl he understood, though he was startled to see -- and to confirm by dipping in a couple fingers -- that it was full of hot water. Connor had only been able to wash his face and hands with warm water a few times and --

The servant looked with sudden interest at the sunken bathing tub. An entire vessel for submerging oneself in water and...

Oh, that would be wonderful.

Very, very carefully Connor lifted the brimming bowl of steaming hot water and carried it to the side of the bath. He turned a tap experimentally, and noted with satisfaction that it was the same as the tap on a tun of wine. Carefully he drew himself a bath of about five inches of cold bathwater. Then, with great relish, Connor slowly poured the contents of the bowl into the bath.

He tested it, then grinned. As he had hoped, the bathwater was heated up practically to room temperature. This would feel wonderful.

Connor quickly disrobed, then his eye caught the cake of soap. He had heard of special scraping-stones that could be used to remove dirt, so Connor went and got it before descending, with great satisfaction, into his bath.

It felt heavenly. He let himself soak for a few moments, then set to work industriously scraping away at himself with a cloth, reveling in the luxury of simply being able to soak up as much lukewarm water as he wanted and squeezing it over himself.

 

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Restless, Anne rose and made her way slowly towards her bathing chambers. As she the doorway she called softly, "Have you found all that you need?"

The Princess entered the room looking a bit surprised to see the man in her tub, well he had the right idea. "I hope you've enough heat to that water, we cannot start the boiler tonight." She looked to the counter and plucked the other washing cloth up only to look back at the one he was using, it was filthy, she held out the clean cloth to him expectantly while keeping her eyes to the top of his head. "Perhaps this will help."

"I apologize for the interruption I'll let you to your task. If you would, I will await you in my bed chamber, it is beyond the sitting room."

For a moment Anne gazed down at his chest, slick and frothy from the soap that brought a soft smile to her face. "I shall fetch you something to dry with." Moving slowly across the bathing room she opened the door to a small linen closet, plucking free a large folded bundle, returning to his side she set the cloth on the corner of the bath.

"Perhaps another night I can offer you more hot water." With that she left the room; once in her bedchamber she looked up to the four posted bed, softly stroking the dripping canopy material. The silky fabric slipped through her fingers when she moved away, slowly stripping her nightgown off; she took it with her as she picked up a lovely hair brush and perched, her hip towards the entrance of her room. She began brushing out her hair and humming to herself softly, the long golden tresses veiling her nudity along with the gown across her lap.

 

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Clean.

His hair was clean. He was clean.

Connor's skin almost stung from the scrubbing away of what felt like years of dirt, and his head felt cool and light even despite his wet hair.

The princess had seemed embarrassed as she came in to check on him -- his nudity in the bath, Connor supposed. Life among the servants had so little in the way of privacy and dignity that it did not seem particularly unusual to be around someone washing, but customs were probably different amongst princesses.

A princess.

Connor froze while reaching for a towel, and steadied himself. There was no possible explanation that would suffice, were he caught in here. No way to squeeze out of this one. He would be hanged without delay... if he were lucky.

But... The young man looked to the doorway leading to Anne's chamber, and remembered the sparkle of her eyes.

With what he told himself was a firm resolve, Connor draped a towel around himself and left a trail of wet footprints on the carpeted floors.

He stopped in the doorway to the bedchamber, eyes widening at the sight of Anne brushing her hair unclad.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

She looked up in time to see him enter the doorway, offering a warm little smile to him "Do you feel better?"

He seemed either dumbstruck or hesitant, a gentle frown tugged at her lips, "Connor...you needn't be so hesitant. Please, if you cannot relax then I, in turn cannot." She pulled her gown up over her breasts and the swell of her belly, "If I am not appealing in such a light I won't ask that of you."

Anne forced a bitter little smile, "I am more than content to have you be kind to me as you were this afternoon. You will still be paid, my servant Yvette will not disturb me till the morning..." At this point she was rambling, backtracking in her resolve to explore what enjoyment could be had from the servant, losing a bit of her confidence and curiosity. God has he nothing to say?! she grimaced and bowed her head again allowing the golden 'veil' to hide her face.

She didn't know what else to say to him, perhaps she was going too fast for both herself and the servant, surely he must be worried about his own neck but she was at a loss for words to comfort him. She curled her fingers into the voluminous fabric clutched to her breasts.

 

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Connor hardly heard her words, for the heat within him had returned with such blazing force that his head swam and time seemed to stand still.

In what seemed like a single frozen moment he crossed the room to where Anne sat with her tresses concealing her face. One arm encircled her body, fingers gliding across that infinitely soft flesh, the warm weight of her breast against his wrist almost unbearably luscious.

The other softly brushed her golden hair from her face. Connor's eyes were closed -- perhaps to stop the dream from ending too soon -- but her pressed his lips passionately to hers and pulled her against him with a desperate, primal hunger.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

It was a shock to feel his hand slip past her breast, she was painfully aware that the pulse in his wrist lingered against the side of her breast. Looking up to him in question she was answered by his lips, hot and eager. Both startled and excited she gave a small whimper as he drew her up into his arms, pressing into him, she couldn't think properly. It felt too good to be held, there was some amount of acceptance in it, some validation she had needed for so long.

Anne released her hold upon her night gown and it fell to pool beneath their bodies not get dropping to the floor. Curiously warm little fingertips crawled over his chest to encircle his strong shoulders. She opened slowly to him, her lips parting to welcome him as she shivered in his arms, her eyes still wide on his own, she wanted to absorb everything.

 

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Connor kissed her again, passionately, then drew away, tugging at her bottom lip for a fraction of a second. Then he leaned back in, kissing hungrily at her cheeks, her chin, then trailing down her neck, his embrace tight around her, his lips dancing hotly at her collar.

Confined in the towel, his member pulsed slowly and powerfully, throbbing against Anne's taut belly. Its warmth was palpable through the cloth, and every last inch seemed to be straining to press against her.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Pale lashes lowered to half-mast, the Princess's cheeks began to flush with her excitement and she squirmed against him, her chin lifted to chase after his lips. More, she wanted more of this. Her heart began to race sending her pulse thrumming against the side of her neck when his lips grazed over it, she was enjoying the moment so much she began to allow herself to be hypnotized by it.

Anne felt slightly dizzy but somehow it was pleasant, when he tightened his arms around her she gave a little squeak. It was an odd sensation to have him pressed against her belly, she squirmed and as his lips bathed her collarbone she shuddered. Softly she reached up to stroke over his dark, wet locks and then slid her fingers around the back of his neck.

 

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Again and again Connor's lips pressed hotly against her collarbone, his fingers pressing firmly into the soft flesh of her back. He seemed more confident now, even wild, as he drank in the ecstasy of her faint scent.

Suddenly his right hand brushed gently against the bottom of her swollen breast. Connor hesitated just a moment, then cupped it softly, lifting. The heavy warmth overflowed his hand - ripe, plump, engorged with life and fertility. A low groan escaped his lips as he squeezed very gently at Anne's breast and pressed himself again against her belly.

He drew back then slightly from her, still hefting that infinite softness. Connor's thumb fanned slowly around the dark chocolate brown areola and trembled teasingly against the nipple. His eyes met hers, and in them there was a breathless yearning and a wordless question.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

She was beaming, she couldn't help herself, she felt alive while he embraced her and she was thoroughly enjoying herself. She actually giggled softly as his lips tickled at her delicate flesh, squirming as he pressed against her belly.

When he lifted her breast Anne looked up to his eyes, her breathing growing shallow. Anne's fingertips trailed down his biceps, stroking the slender well formed muscles beneath his freshly washed skin. Smiling again she curiously offered him her other breast, a shiver running through her body in anticipation of his touch.

As he pressed himself against her she had a thought, it would be far more comfortable to explore if she was off her feet. "Will you help me to my bed ?" Slowly she moved from his grasp, allowing her hand to slide down the length of his arm to rest upon his wrist and guide him back towards the massive bed.

 

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Connor relinquished Anne's breast, seeming very reluctant to let the ripe milkflesh slip free from his fingers.

"Yes... sure... of course, Highness..." he breathed. Connor took a moment as she pulled away to tighten the knot on his towel. His engorged manhood was very obviously pressing at the material, leaving a long, fat ridge down his thigh.

Very gently, Connor helped Anne to the big four-poster bed, letting his body rub against hers perhaps more than strictly necessary. Once there he helped her recline upon the soft coverlet, then, unable to resist, ran one strong hand slowly across the arc of her enormous baby-swollen belly.

In response to Anne's wordless glance, Connor climbed gently up onto the bed himself and drew the curtains shut, leaving them alone inside the gauzy enclosure.

 

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Reclining against the rater large pillows Anne smiled, pulling her hands away from his touch and smiling, just enjoying the sensations as he ran his hand over her belly. Compelled to ask she looked to him as he drew the curtains, "Is my state desirable to you? I believe I repulse my husband. Why are you different?"

She had seen the bulge in his towel and she was more than curious, as he finished his task she reached for him and splayed a small hand over the concealed length. "Oh..." she whispered with wide eyes, unwilling to back down she softly coiled her fingers about his girth, testing it beneath the cloth.

Turning cool grey eyes up to his own they were wide, her moist lips bruised a lovely red from his kisses. Softly she urged him towards her from the length within her grasp, curiously squeezing it as he got closer. She lifted her lips to his eager for the exhilarating activity to continue. "If you enjoy touching me...please do?" she murmured against his cheek as she turned from his lips and dropped her eyes. "May I see it?" Anne gave a gentle squeeze of his cock to get her point across.

 

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"You... you're incredible," Connor breathed haltingly, unable to frame a more coherent response. What the hell was wrong with her husband? Anne looked like an overstuffed goddess, radiating fertility and desire from every curve.

He tried to think of something more to say, but at that moment Anne pressed her soft warm palm against the bulge in the towel, circling his cock with her fingers. Connor groaned aloud, his eyes squeezing shut for a moment at the sensation. Anne's gentle tug was deliciously seductive, and he allowed himself to be drawn closer.

There was something deeply erotic about being grasped and commanded by the cock, and Connor willingly reached down to unknot and discard the towel that was by now compressing him rather uncomfortably. His cock sprang free at once -- full, swollen, throbbing, thick and straining at the open air. The foreskin was drawn back slightly, and a clear bead of dew had already formed at the tip, growing fatter and beginning to threaten to drip. Beneath it hung a large, darkly-furred sack, pendulous and heavy with his pent-up need.

Connor could resist no longer, and, without a word, leaned forward and pressed his lips to the underside of Anne's belly. His hands caressed and worshipped her, soothing and rubbing at the soft, taut flesh, while he kissed hungrily at the enormous belly.

 

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She tucked her chin and blushed at his forwardness but a soft smile tugged at her lips, "Thanks you." Her fingertips trailed from his length begrudgingly, she was fascinated but with her freehand she gently touched his cheek. Feeling he should know she felt quite fondly of him as well she looked to his eyes, "You are quite handsome." She winged internally, it must have sounded silly but she was in a very interesting situation, eloquence was difficult to grasp.

The Princess saw what hung beneath his shaft and ran her fingertips down to stroke through the tufts of pubic hair and gingerly cup the contained jewels. Anne gave a little squeak as he fell forward, his lips slathering her belly with his affections. She squirmed happily and stroked the top of his head, fingers snaking through the thick inky locks.

A soft, breathy moan escaped her lips in wonderment as she watched his display of adoration, she hadn't ever expected something like this in her life and as she soaked it in she felt her chest swell and a smile brighten her face. Anne had kept her hand between his thighs and kept him slightly to her side, her soft palm warming the fuzzy bundle she held and curiously, gingerly stroked over the fullness within the forgiving sack.

 

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Conner gave a sigh that turned into a low, throaty moan as Anne gently hefted his sack. Days of frustration and need, capped by the incredible past few hours from his first glimpse of Anne's spilling bodice to his tantalizing dream to the impossible fantasy he was living felt distilled drop by drop into the weight that filled her gentle palm. His throbbing manhood, pulsed and twitched, slapping heavily against her thigh as it strained at the empty air.

His hands were pressed on either side of Anne's belly, embracing it as he delighted in her fullness. At first experimentally, then teasingly, his lips went to the pert navel which popped up invitingly at the summit of her great mound. He kissed, then squeezed and tickled.

Connor moaned again, the sound muffled in Anne's belly, as she stroked gently at his overfull sack.

 

[Snuggle Bunz]

Fascinating. Anne stroked over the squishy appendage continuously, playing and gingerly squeezing occasionally allowing her nails to tickle the hairs that blanketed the flesh. She squirmed as his arousal touched her thigh, still on her back she moved her thigh against the underside of his throbbing cock, thrilling at the stiffness and velvety heat.

As he lavished her belly she wriggled, her cheeks flushed with her enjoyment as his affections seemed so urgent and thorough. She moved her fingers up his length, stroking softly to the tip before giving it a firm squeeze. With her free hand she strokes through his hair and down over the length of his side, gingerly teasing his flesh as he pleasantly torments her own.

"So amorous..." she smiles and lifts herself up slightly from the sheets, pressing further into his touch as the moisture built betwixt her creamy thighs. Giving him another squeeze, "Will you touch me here as well?" she asks sheepishly as her fingertips trailed over the veins of his silken penis.