Amy moaned an trembled even more as he thoroughly cleaned her pussy and then moved back to her soft furry chest. Her nipples were erected and rubbed against the soap, making them even harder. "Oh...Im not....Im not used to this." she moaned. "This is so...so good...so sweet." She remembered how her master used to touch her when he cleaned her, the rough bar of soap, how he would shove it into her and laugh as he tried to see how many he could fit. How he would use the hose to rinse her pussy, and how the cold water would leave her shivering and numb. And of course, how he would always make her cum over and over and over again, leaving her unable to move afterwords. He would give her a rag to dry herself with, but it was not enough to keep her warm in the cold dungeon, and she was always to tired to use it, leaving her a wet trembling mess on the floor. This was nothing like that, it was love. True love. And she loved it!
