The ladies' hands roamed everywhere. Their slick, naked forms rubbed against him under the cover of the water.
Sometimes, a thigh would brush his nether region. Other times, their stomach would press against his side. And sometimes, the firm points of their nipples traced patterns on his shoulders and arms as they moved.
"Your excellency has such a great body. Do you train everyday?".
Of course, the women did not forget to question and pry about him, trying to extract as much information about him.
From his broad chest to his abs, the sponge journeyed lower. Finally, it stopped right before his hard, erect, manhood.
The brunette glanced at him, her eyes held a question in their depths. Reinhardt gave her an imperceptible nod; it was his silent command to proceed.
