Page 71 of Taken By the Billionaire

"Chill," Mary said. "I'm going to start by washing your hair. There's nothing you can do anyway, so why work yourself into a lather." She thought about what she'd just said, our eyes met, and we both laughed. "Okay, bad choice of words," she said as she poured water over my head and lathered up the shampoo.

That part was rather lovely, sitting in a warm tub and having my hair washed and conditioned. When she finished, she instructed me to stand and used the hand attachment on me, spraying every area before she began lathering and washing everything.

Everything.

She washed and rinsed my arms, my shoulders, my back, down the crack of my ass and into my most private places. She washed my boobs and under them and then down the front of my body until my face was hotter than the water and the sprayer was washing out the soap.

When she finished with the washing, she pulled out a grooming tool and had me sit on the edge of the tub, legs spread, while she shaved off every bit of hair, then led me to kneel on the mat, hands and knees, while she made sure there was no hair anywhere else, either.

Face flaming, I tried to rise, only to feel her hand on my back.

"Not quite yet," she said. "I have to prepare the enema."

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