A couple of questions seemed to have prior knowledge and it made her think of the life she left . . . putting distance between that life . . . living this one and she wondered what all was known about her.  Much of her identity was known to RoseMarie.  It stood to reason that her information was made available to him, but he didn't bring up the past and she focused on the moment, responding to him and shutting out most other things. 

Khoru noticed she was quieter and ended the interview and called for the young girl who assisted her earlier.  "We'll continue this later".  She nodded quiety, keeping her eyes low and not inviting any further comments. 

She stood and modestly held her wrists out to Khoru."That's not necessary.  Go with Belle' and I'll join you shortly"  The girl caught her eye, smiled and she thanked Khoru as they walked out.  Belle led her to a private suite, placed her hand softly on her shoulder, indicating for her to stand quietly . . . "your toilet and vanity are through here.  You have a few minutes for some privacy as I check your bath."  She thanked her and took the opportunity to relieve herself and have a moment of isolation.  She sat quietly, closed her eyes and thought of her own vanity, the Geshia's chest he'd given her and she wanted to be  . . . "home?" . . . 

The suite was built for isolation and privacy . . . just like their home in Malibu.  Open floorplan, few items but all of high quality.   The main room was essentially a large master bedroom with a small area for the occupants to sit.  A large stone fireplace that the wall was designed around.  A low table of convenient height where you could utilize it sitting on the floor or from the seating near.  Hardwood and marble flooring with rugs and a kitchen / island area that led to a full length patio . . . you could cook and eat, inside or out.  A partial wall allowed access to the spa area and provided some privacy as well. 

She found Belle quietly waiting for her when she came back into the room.  Belle stood close behind, reached and slipped her out of the robe and slippers, then slipped out of her own smock and had her follow her.   The bath was designed with a large hot water spa and a smaller cold water 'plunge', an open area with a shower and a smooth teak table that was set up with towels and ammenities for massage.  . . .  Belle ran the shower, tested the temperature of the water and guided her to it.   She raised her face, closed her eyes and enjoyed the water flowing over her.  Belle pepared a soft mitt, joined her under the shower and began washing her.  She turned by soft touches as Belle covered her with the body wash.  She felt Belle's fingertips on her thighs and the mitt on her tummy  . . . she parted her legs as the mitt massged her . . . Belle had her place her foot high on the near ledge, push her leg wider and continued her wash.   She rinsed under the water and the shower was repeated with another mitt. 

She learned quickly that Belle would guide her for each step of the process . . . and stood rinsing under the shower, then stepping out and being patted dry with a heavy, warmed spa towel.  Belle wrapped her and led her to the hot water bath and sat her on the near bench as she added the ammenities to the water . . .  Once the mixture dissolved, Belle led her into the spa, sat her on a low chaise where she could rest her head on a rolled terry pad as the seasoned hot water bubbled and steamed over her. 

She opened her eyes as Khoru walked in, also dressed in a robe.   Belle stepped out of the water, removed Khoru's robe, led her into the shower and began washing her . . . Standing under the shower would be the visual pleasure of anyone in the spa .  She caught Khoru's eyes briefly, and watched as Belle bathed her  . . . and lifted her foot to the ledge and parting her legs . . .  She looked at her open thighs.   The small strip of hair inherent with Asian heritage.  Well trimmed, dark and nicely outlining her cunt . . .  She looked up and caught Khoru's eyes again . . . then continued to examine her as she was displayed in the shower.   Modest breasts, but well rounded and full . . . small brown nipples, like her own  . . . . flat muscular tummmy and she groaned thinking that was impressive after having twin girls.  Slender round hips, shapely smooth legs . . . then she looked at her cunt again and admired the slight swelling of her lips . . . a visual pleasure as Belle again massaged Kohru's thighs with the second mitt.

She closed her eyes and submerged briefly . . . A sweet ache remembered as she thought of her master and being used  . . .  she idly touched her thoat feeling for her collar and the safety of her wrists restraints . . . her master holding her leash, keeping her close  . . . penetrating her until shame and the intimate ache drowned her . . . 

*1219 . . . . she thought . . . *1219 . .