All he ever wanted to do was please her; at times the need made him ache deep inside, and he was always striving to bring a smile of satisfaction to her face. Right now, his lady was luxuriating in a bath he had run himself - he had been very careful to ensure that it was just the right tepmerature for her. He'd helped undress her, admired her pale body; he'd sat by the bath and gently soaped her all over, and was now in the process of massaging conditioner into her hair. He took his time as he knew she loved this the most. There were frequent times when very little was said, but he knew what was expected of him and that didn't require words. When she stepped out of the bath he would wrap a towel around her and follow obediently while she walked through to the bedroom. Once she was there and laying on the bed, he would rub her body all over with moisturising cream - taking his time, and not rushing any part of it. If he had done a good job and pleased her well, she would open her legs to him, permit him to nuzzle her shaven pussy that sometimes he had shaved himself, licking and sucking at it until he was able to bring her to orgasm. After that, she would allow him to sit on the floor at her feet with his head in her lap. She would absent-mindedly stroke his hair whilst they talked, although sometimes she would just sit in silence. How he loved to please her...