His words echoed in Claudia's mind. "Return the pleasure"? She tried not to dwell on it. Instead, she lifted the washcloth, meaning to continue her task. She was stopped, however, as he took it away from her, putting it back into the basin. "Use your hands," was the only explanation.

Claudia's eyes widened slightly, but, having already overcome the hardest part, she accepted the order more calmly than would have been expected. She had already decided that she would finish - with or without a washcloth couldn't make much of a difference.

Claudia raised her hand towards his organs, her hand wavering and nervous. Her fingers brushed against his cock lightly, as she attempted to turn the gesture into a more convincing stroke. She dipped her hands into the water, then brought them up again. She closed her eyes, then ran her fingers across his cock, allowing the water to transfer from her touch. She repeated the process, dipping her hands back into the water every now and then. Her contact became less fleeting and uncertain as time passed.