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me,” he pointed out. Then he looked pointedly down at her hands.
“Hate to ask you but…there’s a lot more dust to wash off.”
    “What? Where?” His skin looked mostly
clean to her. It was a deep, dusky tan which made his pale eyes and his white
teeth stand out even more. His hair and stubble, as she had expected, were a
rich, glossy black like a raven’s wing and his hair seemed to have a slight
curl to it when she ran her fingers through the springy strands.
    “Under.” He nodded down at the loincloth.
“Sorry…she made sure to coat me everywhere.”
    Maggie stopped for a minute, stunned.
“You…but can’t you…uh, do it yourself?”
    “Still weak.” His eyes fluttered closed as
though in exhaustion. “Please…can’t move until…all the dust is gone.”
    Maggie took a deep breath. Well, she
hadn’t gone into this rescue expecting to handle some stranger’s business but
that was hardly the point. She had started this and now she had to finish it. And
besides, maybe she could just pour the water over him without touching anything
at all.
    That was what she intended to do, anyway.
    Her hand shook as she raised the loincloth
and she gave a little gasp at what she saw beneath. Even only half hard, he was big. Way bigger than anyone else in her limited experience—especially Donald
whose equipment reminded her of a shy, skinny worm afraid to come out of its
hole. In contrast, the prisoner had a python between his legs.
    Trying to put the size comparison out of
her mind, she concentrated on the matter at hand. As he had said, the prisoner
was coated with the gray dust from his hip bones all the way down to his upper
thighs. Clearly it had to come off.
    She reached for a hand full of water and dribbled
it over his naked hip but it barely touched the thick dust that coated him.
Well, great— that clearly wasn’t going to work. It was going to be a
hands-on job, whether she liked it or not.
    Taking a deep breath, Maggie got another
handful of water and began to rub the area vigorously. But the prisoner caught
her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip.
    “Careful,” he murmured, opening his eyes
to look at her. “That’s…sensitive territory. Be gentle.”
    “Oh, of course! I’m so sorry,” Maggie
exclaimed. Feeling even more nervous, she scooped up double handfuls of water
and poured it over his crotch. But though the silver-gray dust ran off his flat
hipbones in rivulets, the central area— say it, Maggie, she thought, his
shaft— was not coming clean.
    The prisoner seemed to realize this
because he looked up at her again.
    “Sorry, blondie…looks like you’re going to
have to touch it.”
    “I…but I…” Maggie looked at him
helplessly.
    “It’s all right.” He gave her a taunting
little grin. “It doesn’t bite. I promise.”
    “All right,” she said at last, her heart
drumming in her ears. “I…I’ll try to be careful.”
    “I know you will,” he murmured. “You’ve got
a gentle touch.”
    “Thank you,” she whispered awkwardly.
Reaching for a handful of water, she took a deep breath and stroked it gently
along the length of his long, thick shaft.
    The rod of flesh seemed to pulse in her
palm but her hand wasn’t nearly large enough to cover his entire length. She
reached for more water with her other hand and spread it over his thickness,
using both hands to work on him now.
    The prisoner groaned low in his throat and
his hips pumped once, almost involuntarily. Maggie felt her cheeks heating—it
was almost like she was jerking him off!
    But I’m not—not
really, she told herself hastily as she got more
water. I’m just getting rid of the dust. That’s all. But if that was so,
why was she now working in rhythm, stroking his shaft up and down, letting it
slide through her curled fingers as the prisoner moaned and pressed up into her
hands? And why was he now completely erect, a pearly drop of precum beaded at
the thick head of his straining cock?
    “So good,” he