Emily Stone's face was flushed red as she thought about the fact that neither of them were wearing clothes, shyly burying her head down.
Then, the next moment, Walter Schmidt picked her up from the bed and walked into the bathroom.
The man carried her into the large, luxurious Jacuzzi, and soon the tub was filled with water.
Walter Schmidt personally bathed her, and throughout the process, Emily Stone kept her head down, too embarrassed to look at him, her face as if ablaze, red enough to bleed.
She remained motionless, her body stiff, like a puppet at the man's disposal.
Half an hour later, Walter Schmidt carried her out of the bathroom, both wearing bathrobes, and yet, when Emily Stone saw the faintly exposed firm chest muscles of the man, she still couldn't help blushing.
The man placed her on the bed, then removed the blood-stained sheets before signaling her to lie down.
