I slowly crept to the half-opened curtains and peeked inside Lubricants. He bit her tongue and lips, licked at the blood like an animal. A kneeling slave, trapped and captive, open and helpless to whatever attentions he might want to torment her with. He led the way and they went to his home together, never touching until they reached his bedroom. Each breath I took filled me with the musky aroma of her sex. She seemed relaxed, Lubricants serene, and we chatted as if we hadn't had a chance to talk in ages. He took one cinnamon hand in both of his. But when her hand descended onto my belly I drew my breath in sharply and I felt my buttocks clench. The only sound was the smooth strokes of her arms cutting through the water. It was not like the tip of the vibrator that, under his tutolage, she had begun to use upon herself.