Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170112225309/@comment-28358106-20170203193830

Cyndwella opens her eyes. "Eh, why not," she says casually. She stands up, stretching. "All right, let's see what we can do about making sure you're squeaky clean. Hehehehe!"

-BAMF-

In a burst, she's dressed like an Anubis slavemaster, with heavy makeup and a tiny golden two-piece bathing suit. Bangles hang from her wrists, the dainty golden chains making musical tinkling sounds as they hang draped around her waist, glittering in the sun.

"I remember you liked this outfit, Sparkles, so I kept it in mind. Hehehe!  You probably oughta cover yourself there, danger boy." She tosses a towel to Marcus.

She slinks up to Samia. "You've been a bad slave, haven't you? Yes you have.  I can tell." Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "You wanna know what I do to bad slaves? Sure you do.  Take off your top, little girl." She prods her playfully.

"Nice...well done. And now for your bath..." She slithers up to Samia, getting tantalizingly close to her exposed breasts. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue, leaning in...then she stops.

She sits back up snd snaps her fingers in rememberance. "Oh, yeah, I forgot all about something. It's a long time coming, that's for sure." She looks over to Marcus, her cocky sideways grin spreading across her face.

"Remember the promise I made? Don't say I never did anything for you, danger boy."

She grabs Samia's breasts and pushes them together. Taking a deep breath, she dives in and gives her the biggest motorboat Marcus has ever seen before letting go and falling back, laughing hysterically.

-END OF PART 2-