Claudia again found herself hesitating. The cloth stopped somewhere above his lower torso as she steeled herself forward. It will all be over if I finish, she assured herself, and then I can rest and have a good night's sleep. This is all I have to do. These thoughts in her mind enabled her to continue her task. Still, she washed his legs first, carefully avoiding the area between them. She worked slightly slower than before, as if trying to delay the inevitable. Finally, when his legs could be cleaned no more, she moved reluctantly towards his genitals.

She couldn't do this. She knew she just couldn't. And yet, she had to. This was ridiculous. She had allowed him to play with her moments before and even orgasmed - twice - under the circumstances. But this was different. Before, those things had been done to her. This she had to do herself. Claudia bit her lip uncertainly, her gaze cast downwards so that she could avoid looking at his private parts. At the same time, she couldn't help noticing his lithe muscles, his strong form, his... Claudia realized that her stare had trailed back to his cock, and was surprised to find it quite hard. She quickly looked away.

One part of her mind was screaming for her to submit, to just do it, to please him and to be done with it all. The other part shrank from the task and called for her to refuse - to hold on to a shred of dignity, to remember her past. And Claudia gave in and submitted. Her hands moved towards him once more.