Isobel was still luxuriating in the water when Frang came in the room. He looked tired and worn. She took pity on him.

"Would you like to use the water? I could wash your back."

"If I get in there, I'll fall asleep and drown."

"I could wash you standing up?" Isobel said, a subtle question in her voice.

"Okay," Frang replied, "but don't take too long."

He removed his clothes and stepped into the tub. Isobel took the soap and began running it up Frang's legs. When she reached his limp cock, she soaped it as well. Despite her modest attempts to stimulate him to an erection, it remained...