"Yes, of course Rose. Hurry back." I expected the hand to leave with its presumed owner but when she got up I felt the fingers begin to slide along my length. I looked over at Bettie expecting that mischievous smile I had seen so often during our play a few hours ago, but she was fast asleep. Her face mashed sweetly into my shoulder and one hand tucked over her head. I followed the length of her body down past the taut stretch of breast and the gentle curve of her hip until I saw Raven, his head propped on Bettie's thigh. He was half asleep, with just one eye open and his hand stretched over my body. My head fell back and I sifted through my memories a bit more carefully, looking for any indication of promises made to Raven in the erotic haze of the evening. Nothing surfaced. I looked back down and saw Raven frown slightly as my arousal wilted.

"Sorry Raven, I'm just not into guys. Thanks for the wake up though, it was great." I kept my voice low, being careful not to wake Bettie. I prodded for a moment the fact that even days ago I would have had a stronger negative reaction to Raven's foray onto my body. Nothing surfaced to deny the fact that I was either becoming much happier with my sexuality, or I was just too well laid to care. I was voting for a little of both.

Rose returned a few minutes later and I pulled her down for a long happy kiss. She smiled and nuzzled sleepily into my chest. The motion woke Bettie and soon they were kissing each other good morning over me. I let that continue until Bettie set a hand squarely on my bladder to lift herself to a sitting position. I came bolt upright and had Rose lead me to the bathroom, and then to the showers. I knew they had to be around somewhere, this place was both smaller and larger than it seemed and I thought I would never work out how that was.

We got to the showers and it turned out to be the same massive room I had spent my morning in the day before. How long ago that seemed. I flexed my new possession of Rose for a bit and ordered her under the spray to wash my back. She leapt happily and I watched her slip slither to the floor in a puddle of silk before I finally got my first glimpse of her body. She was a vision. My gaze wandered from her wide open smile, so different from tears last night, along the graceful curve of her neck. As she came closer I could she was petite in every way, but perfectly proportioned. Her breasts were set low on her chest and the curves were so purely sexual I wondered how I was going to let her wear clothes today. Her hips flared just enough to set off her legs and I found myself warming despite the cool temperature of the shower. She was completely shaved. I was so lost in contemplation of her body that I was startled when she spoke.

"Master." It was a statement and a request to speak, all rolled into one.

"Yes Rose?" I realized I was actually nervous to reach out and touch her. I had overcome everything society had told me about staring in a few short days, but I was suddenly in the middle of a battle with myself over whether we had spent enough time together for me to casually run my fingers along her body.

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