"I'm afraid I'll just make it worse," he mumbled, shaking his head. He tossed the sudsy bath sponge into the sink and knelt to grab the soaked towel from the floor. He dampened the corner of it in the sink and wiped the dark grey foam from between Sarah's shoulder blades. He let out a relieved breath when her clear skin was revealed.
He turned his head to look at her reflection in the mirror over the sink. "That worked," he said, "but there's more of it going down your back. I'll need you to take the towel off..." He swallowed hard.
She had nodded and untied the towel from around her breasts, lowering it and revealing her magnificent t**s in all their aroused glory. Her n*****s were hard little pebbles after he had run the cold, damp towel across her back. Sarah blushed when she realized
