My wits and my surroundings slowly come back to me ,and I feel the loving touch of Masters hands on my back, neck and shoulders. I feel him mouth next...to my ear, and as he kisses and gently sucks my earlobe, his beloved voice speaks quietly in my ear. "Angel, that was quite a ride, wasn't it? I wish you could have seen yourself. Your body and your response to me was magnificent." Master kisses my neck and takes me in his arms, pressing my soft, wet lips with his, sliding his tongue between. She walked up the steps and stood above him, her blonde hair blocking out the setting sun. John took her in more closely. Her legs were perfection, without an ounce of fat, and he thought that he’d be able to wrap his two hands around her tiny waist. Her face was of a naughty angel, the soft eyes off-set by an inviting mouth and high cheek bones. She was no emo, her bright make-up and light pink streaks in her blonde hair showed a more cheerleader air.‘Can I have some?’ she asked, twirling her. The film ended and I looked at the clock on my bedside reading half past 1:00. It was Friday night/early Saturday morning; I didn't have anything going on, but I still didn't care to wake up at noon. I resigned myself to sleep, secretly wishing on the inside, but losing hope quickly. Nah, it'll never happen. As I woke up the next morning, I felt someone shake me on the shoulder lightly. Five more minutes, Casey. It wasn't until then that I remembered that Casey, my sister, was on a business. To look into my eyes and obey. You might have your eyes closed, but you cannot resist my perfume. Breathe it in now Abby. Breath in my relaxing perfume, and relax for me.’ Abby had no choice. Jemma’s perfume filled her nostrils and she breathed it in deeply, unable to escape the hypnotic fumes of this wonderful woman. ‘Yes Abby, that’s good. Relax for me now.’ Abby felt herself melt into the sofa under Jemma’s command. She was helpless now as Jemma took control. Jemma began to slide her fingers.