Despite agreeing, Harriet made no move to remove her offending garments. Daphne looked at her questioningly. “Well? You just not going to wash?” she asked, her tone even and giving away nothing. Daphne was starting to ache from the tension. Heat had begun to pool between her legs and she had to fight not to fidget.
“Thank you,” she replied, taking the bottle. Taking a little shampoo, knowing she would need to wash her hair again with her normal imported shampoo later, Daphne began to massage it into her hair and scalp.
Knowing Harriet would be watching she made a show of being slow and sensual. She sighed happily, relishing the feeling, as she shampooed her hair. Daphne always loved to be touched, more so because it was so rare, even if she was the one touching.
She glanced over at Harriet as she washed her hair. Rising a little higher in the water, her petite, pert breasts peaked just above the bubbles for a moment before she sunk back down.