A sense of emptiness filled my lower regions. Under his guidance, I had grown so used to having my holes filled with toys that whenever I took them ou..., I almost felt I was missing something. The sensation was gone in a moment though as I felt something cold and soft being rubbed against my asshole. He inserted one finger in, turning it in a small circle inside my ass. Then he pulled it out, and I knew what he was doing. My Master was lubing up my asshole. I began to prepare myself for whatever. I stopped at a wine shop behind the mall to buy a bottle of red wine. Parked my bike at her parking and then went to the 4rth floor.. (ting tong) and there she was… she looked prettier than her WhatsApp dp.. She was wearing a light pink robe and smiled and we greeted and a warm hug as I entered her house.Me: in a flirty tone said that was a deep hug, thanks…A: was it so??Me: gifted her the bottle of wine and said ye it was indeed.. ;)We spoke for some time about each other.. Then I took out my. .. doesn't sound as if it was too... I mean, itdepends on the extent of the injuries he caused to some degree Isuppose..." Does it?" Miss Stevens interjected calmly. "What degree of injury wouldhave been appropriate for verbal, physical and sexual assault? Whatdegree of injury would be fair to inflict on someone about to rape yourlittle sister, do you think Josh? A bruised rib? A broken nose? A blackeye? Two?" Well no, it's not that I meant that, Miss Stevens," I stuttered. "I justmeant that.... My massaging took my fingers right to the top of her inner thighs so the outside of her labia was getting stroked but seemingly accidentally. She never flinched.Moving round to be behind her head, I oiled my hands and stroked her neck and gradually worked round to the top of her chest carefully avoiding her breasts but my hands had to be under the towel. No complaints.I continued for a while doing that then raised her arms above her head and massaged down them to the ticklish uxter (underarm).