Very truly I tell you, no servant is greater than their master.

- John 13:16

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"Bzz-dong!" Aika said, imitating the sound of her intercom buzzer.

"Who is it?" Teek sang into the other end.

"Aika-cho. Let me in. I have no key!"

Teek teased. "Hmm. Did you look in your pants?"

"I have no pants!"

"Hmm. Did you look in Hank's pants?"

"Open the door," he said, deadly serious.

Aika raced ahead after Teek had buzzed them in. She pressed the elevator button.

"I thought you didn't like elevators," Hank said.

"You're not taking the stairs."

He blinked upon realizing the fact. I hate mind readers.

"You like me!" she mocked while hugging him.

He smiled, and shoved her shirt and sandals at her gut. "You're super nutty today."

Aika agreed. "Uhn-huh!" She bounded onto the lift, bouncing on her toes while clutching her clothes. When the elevator reached her floor, she again raced ahead. Hank lagged behind, not wanting to be seen with a woman wearing only her panties and his socks.

Teek had already opened the door to the apartment, and Aika waved at Hank while peeking from it. "Come on! Hurry up!"

While Hank took his time, Anna scolded Aika, loud enough to be heard in the hallway. "Omae-san! Put on clothes! Nē?"

Aika had dropped her shirt and sandals on the shoe mat in her apartment. She also shucked her panties and Hank's tar-stained socks, adding them to the pile. He appeared in the doorway just in time to see her bare butt disappear into her room. Anna stood near the sofa with her mouth hanging open, as her head turned from Aika towards Hank.

"Christ," Anna said. Her eyes drifted down the length of Hank before settling on Aika's clothes, laying at his feet. "You tell her to get dressed and she gets more naked."

"I couldn't stop her," Hank offered as an excuse. "She threw them on the ground."

Anna sidled up and gave him a sniff. "I'd like to know if she did the same to you."

"She did."

Anna became instantly pissed. "She threw your clothes on the ground?"

"She threw me on the ground."

"Oh." Anna calmed the slightest bit, and examined him front-to-back. Her eyes stayed glued to his butt.

"What?"

"Take off your shoes. You're filthy."

Hank did as he was told. "Well, that's because like I said, Aika knocked me down."

Anna scoffed. "Tiny little Aika?"

"She's sneaky. And fast."

Anna took Hank by an arm and led him down Aika's hallway. "Come with me. We're getting you clean clothes."

Teek jumped off the sofa and joined them. "Sehrish has things you can wear!"

"You stay there, Crazy Lady Number Two," Anna said to Teek. To Hank, she agreed. "Sehrish has all sorts of men's clothes. She collects them as souvenirs. I'm sure we'll find some that fit." She knocked on the door to the room Sehrish shared with Teek. "Make yourself presentable," Anna announced as she opened the door. "Hank and I are coming!"

Anna stood in the doorway with both hands behind her, holding Hank's left wrist between them. She purposefully pressed his knuckles to the small of her back, just above her voluptuous butt.

"We want to borrow some clothes. Aika got Hank dirty."

Sehrish and Teek's lair was filled with fun pillows and colorful bedding, along with a scattering of stuffed animals. Girly things of all kinds were stacked everywhere, with articles of their clothing layering that. It was a spacious room and tastefully furnished, so it held its clutter well.

Sehrish sat at a desk in the corner with her back to the door. It too was piled high with stuff, mostly medical textbooks.

She spun around in her chair and boomed at her guests. "Well hello there, you dears! As-salāmu alaykumā!"

"Yes, Sehrish," Anna said with a bow. "And may peace be upon you, too." She then took in the room.

"Oh! Excuse my piggie mess!" Sehrish said, jumping to her feet. She began clearing off her bed. "Teek and I are so busy! Let me clean this up for you."

Anna spoke with authority. "We're not here to fuck. Hank needs to borrow clothes."

Anna tugged on Hank's wrist to make him come forward. "Yeah, ah… hi," he said to Sehrish. "You don't need to pick up. I like your room. Everything's awesome!"

"So… you won't be needing the bed?"

Still tingling from having hugged naked Aika, and with Anna bright and cheery at his side, having Sehrish's grey eyes sparkle upon him as she bent over her half-made bed almost cracked Hank's skull. He wanted to warm up under the covers with all three of these lovely women, preferably after a long shower. No doubt Teek would join in as well, launching herself at the soirée upon entering the room.

Sensing Hank's arousal, Sehrish angled her body just so, as she fussed with her unmade bed. She gave him another eyefull down the neckline of her smock, acting as if she were unaware that she was doing it. He was a moment away from drooling when Anna love-slapped his face, bringing him back to her Reality.

"What is it with you and women?" she asked after gaining his attention, and knowing what Sehrish had done. "Has your life always been this way?"

Hank held back a laugh. "Not even close."

"Well it seems to be that way now. Why is that, do you think?"

"Ah…"

Sehrish came to Hank's rescue. "Shoot, Girlfriend. Look! He's a beauty!" Her gaze fell upon his never-ending erection. "And… ahm… gosh."

Anna led Hank by his wrist to a dresser, opening some of its drawers. "So where are the men's things?" she asked.

"Oh! You mean my treasure chest?" Sehrish sauntered up to Hank's other side, swinging her massive hips. "What you want is in my closet."

Pressed between two gorgeous women, Hank stammered and gawked. "Ah…" Another tender love-slap from Anna made him swallow his slobber. "Stop hitting me," he demanded.

Sehrish agreed. "Yeah. Like, is this how you treat your clientele?"

Anna's face lit up with joy. She held Hank by his chin as if she were going to kiss him. "This is how this one gets treated because he's such a stud."

Hank smiled back, letting Anna mess with his face. He managed to turn his gaze towards Sehrish. "Get the dang clothes," he said as an order.

"Oh!" she said. "Wait a second!" She rumbled off to another dresser, and returned with a stack of men's pants. "Take these and see if they fit." She bit a mighty lip, sizing him up with her eyes. "Whew." She whistled. "You're a tall one."

"Six foot two."

Her eyes drifted down again. "Jeepers, Dear. You sure you don't want us to do something about that for you?" Her offer was sincere. "I mean, it has got to hurt. I hurt just looking at it!"

Anna fended off Sehrish. "Keep those paws to yourself. We've had our fun at my Hank's expense, and now we're being nice."

"No, it's all right," Hank said in Sehrish's defense.

She agreed. "Mm-hmm!"

Anna lamented theatrically. "Just look at him. Poor koibito. He'll keel over if we don't show some respect."

Now Hank defended himself. "I'm fine," he said, still locking eyes with Sehrish.

"Dōmo," Anna said to her, taking the stack of pants. "You've been more than helpful. I'll handle this from here. You can return to your books."

Sehrish snapped out of her lustful daydream. "Yes. I've got to finish this lesson before everything falls out of my head." She examined her hands. "I can't believe I'm a Genius. One day, I'll save lives with these mitts." She gazed with admiration at her guests. "Me, doing heart surgery. I never would have guessed."

"Thank you for your help," Hank said.

"What are doing with your Genius?" Sehrish asked.

"I wish I knew."

"Hmm. Me too," Anna said. "We'll work on it after I clean you up. And when we figure it out, I know you'll be great."

Sehrish spoke out loud to herself while drumming her fingers on her thighs. "Gotta study. Gotta study."

She turned away to seek higher goals. Anna clutched the wad of men's clothes to her chest. Both she and Hank were powerless against watching Sehrish return to her desk, planting her big ass in her swivel chair. It groaned under its load, causing Hank to groan under his.

Sehrish waved a hand over her shoulder without looking. "You dears take what you want and have fun."

"Come on, Dear!" Anna teased, booming like Sehrish. "Let's go!"

She led Hank to a walk-in closet on the far side of the room, opening the door and flipping on the light. The closet was stuffed, holding more things than it reasonably should. It was a bit musty from some thirty odd pairs of shoes, but it also smelled sweet, like Teek and Sehrish.

"Oh," Anna said, almost fawning. "Maybe they have tennis shoes I can wear!"

She spun around and tossed the clothes on the floor before taking both of his hands in hers and placing all four on her tummy, just below her navel. She then sucked in the scent of the room, which now included Hank's green grass and her bosomy steamed rice.

Rising to her toes, she pressed against him fully. She reached past his shoulder while laying her left cheek against his, gently closing the door. Now alone with him all to herself, she became more than doting, tending to his shaggy mane.

"Tsk. You have grass in your hair. How did you get so dirty?"

Anna's jasmine scent smacked Hank in the nose as her boobs hovered nearby. "I told you. Aika jumped me."

Anna pursed her lips and sadly spoke. "And look at my beautiful new shirt," she said of the cashmere pullover Leanne had bought.

She played with its collar and sleeves until he realized that she wanted to remove it. With neither of them having ever undressed the other, they fumbled with it a bit, until it came off. She folded it carefully while trying hard to not stare at his chest, before turning around and bending perfectly at the waist.

Anna presented her ass to Hank while placing the shirt in an empty laundry basket. She then turned back to face him, and began removing his studded leather belt.

He swooned, grasping her shoulders. "Hey. Whoa. Where are you going?"

She gasped under his strength as her temperature rose, reddening her chest. "I'm taking your pants. They're dirty."

He held to her tight. "I know. But Anna-san. Please."

She heaved on sultry air, her breasts and nipples swelling, shining bright through her thin red top. "What?"

"I'm so horny for you right now that you might snap it off."

Anna tried to resume her task, but Hank wouldn't release her. She stared deeply into him.

"I'll be careful. I promise."

"No."

"Aw, come on. Please?"

"If you do, my dick might stab your eye when it pops out at you."

Anna laughed, then snorted on giggles while trying to compose herself, before laughing loud again. "He is big, isn't he?" she said, once she had recomposed.

"Yes."

"Biggest I've ever seen!"

"Thanks."

"Not that I've seen too many."

"Of course."

Hank still held Anna firm, now by the wrists and with more love. She became submissive in his grasp. "Please, my Sweet Tea. Pretty please?" She used her elbows to squeeze her breasts, causing her nipples to harden further. "Aren't I your Beautiful?"

She shook off his grip as he stared at her tits and, with one swoop, she had his jeans down to his ankles. Gasping with surprise while bending low to tend to him, she worked at getting his feet out of his pants.

"My God! You're frozen stiff!"

"Aika stole my boots."

Anna leaned to one side while on her haunches, to better see Hank's face from around the bulge in his boxer briefs. "Yeah, and she got your socks too, so I noticed. How did she get them from you?"

Hank grinned ear to ear. "The same way you're getting my pants, I suppose."

With one leg still in his jeans, Anna gave the other a warming massage. "Your whole lower body is cold," she said, rubbing him past his knee, and traveling up his thigh.

"It's freezing outside. I don't know how she stands it, being naked all that time."

"Iya. Maitta. You are filthy, Sweet Tea, head to foot."

As her warm fingers neared his meat, he grabbed her face and pulled it towards his, bending low to kiss down her throat. "Let's get you dirty, too," he suggested.

She wished desperately to allow for his aggression; her neck craned, her knees bent, her hands hanging at her sides. "I can't be indiscreet," she said into their next kiss. "I'm on the job." She turned her head to make him relent. "Please," she begged, more than breathless. "Not now. Hai? Okay?"

He remained in possession of her head while using his feet to remove his jeans, flicking them into the laundry basket. Then using her shoulders, he dragged her face up his body, being sure his meat traveled the length of her cleavage. With his hands now firm on her butt, he pressed her warm mound against his mighty erection.

Anna almost lost the ability to speak. "Ara yare," she managed to utter between long kisses. "Dōzo… yoroshiku…"

Rising to her toes, she bit him on the ear. "Let me go," she demanded.

Hank turned his head in response to the pain, and saw Anna resting hers on his shoulder. She wore a very serious expression for someone who'd just bit a guy.

"Jā tabun ato ne," she suggested. He blinked, confused, so she translated for him. "Maybe later? Okay?"

"I don't know how much 'later' I can take."

Anna nudged past him with an elbow, heading out the door. "Well, you work on it, okay? I'm getting some warm water and soap to wash your gross feet."

"Here? In a closet?"

Anna labored not to flush, as passion roared within her. "I suppose we could parade you past Sehrish looking like that." She gestured at his boner. "Then we could give you a proper bath."

"Perhaps we can do that another time, too."

"Mmm. Hai. Perhaps," she said, leaving before she agreed.

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Anna returned with everything a mizu shōbai might need to perform a proper foot bath. A scrub brush and washcloth floated in a tub of warm water, along with an assortment of bottled soaps and oils. She set down a bathing stool with a towel on it for Hank to sit upon, with a pillow and a second towel on the floor for herself.

Anna knelt on her pillow as she performed the bathing rituals. She looked at Hank's face as she scrubbed his toenails, cooing as she labored.

"Sweet Tea. Ooh. My God. You're so cold. I made the water extra warm for this reason."

Bliss consumed Hank. He breathed deep and hard, speaking with his eyes closed.

"Anna-san, you're so good. Everyone's being so nice."

She kept her eyes on his face, now washing the bottoms of his feet. "You know you do this to yourself." He looked at her, perplexed. "There's no other explanation. Since your second PEP test, women seek you out, helpless against your grace and good looks."

"My grace?"

Her hands reached lovingly to his knees, warm and wet and soapy. "You're kind of undemanding. You know? You let us do what we want with you, but you expect us to show honor. And so, in grace, we do. Then, when it comes time for you to perform…"

Anna breathed hard and reddened further, her chest glowing like fire. Her eyes fell to his loins as her hands roamed up his thighs. "Well. I'm sure you're very good."

The Book of CHASTITY - Chapter SEVEN

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