Setting things up, she was recalling the thrill she’d given herself on the previous evening. Wildest yet. Passages in the book had once again drawn ...er fingers between her thighs.In a jocular mood she might have said, “Practice makes perfect.”No guilt, yet doubts still bothered her, given the changes that her body had succumbed to over recent months. Her old mind-set, forged by the rigid religious interpretations of her parents, had been shattered.Julie was twenty-three-years-old, and a year. It took me fifteen minutes to satisfactorily clean Kyle's feet but Brad immediatelytook his place in the chair and subjected me to same degrading ordeal.They were both obviously aroused. The bulges at the front of their jeansleft no doubt. Then they played with me, as though I were a toy. Theystroked and felt and pinched and slapped and probed, and made me turn andtwist and arch myself for their convenience and delight. They squeezed myballs until they made me scream, which they enjoyed. I don’t want to hurt his feelings too much.When we came back to the bar together, John’s arm was around my waist, guiding me to a seat. Mason was already in the bar by then, at a hightop. He looked upset when he saw us. He had a drink, though, and I thought that would help him pull through.Mason gave me an angry look, but I knew it’s all show with him. He’d accept everything eventually. I looked at him sort of blankly, and said to him, “John was just showing me around the hotel.” Mason knew. He stared intently at Tasha, but she would not meet his eyes. "We will finish this upstairs in the master bedroom, my dear", as he propelled her up the stairs and towards his room. By now, Tasha had no hope for salvation. The need to protect her family; the disgust she now realized that she felt towards Petre; her own growing desire to submit and the relief she experience by being completely controlled all merged in to a mélange of submission.As they proceeded down the second floor hallway.