‘Yes and also those’ he said staring at her bosom. ‘Does it thrill you to watch me fondling it’ she asked placing her hand on her bosom. ‘Ye...’ he replied focusing his eyes on her hand. ‘You want to see me caress them’ she asked softly. ‘Yes.’ ‘Like this,’ she said slipping her hand inside the sari and touching her breasts. ‘Yesss’ ‘You want me to hold them in my hand’ she asked. Amar did not reply. His eyes were engrossed on her actions. ‘Or do you want me to caress your thighs’ she asked as. Then I looked back at Liz.“You’re a lot better at this than I am,” she said in a serious voice. “I heard you talking to ... whoever called you. You knew exactly what to say and how to say it. I do OK with a script but I’m can be flippant and obnoxious when I’m on my own. I guess people don’t always get my humor.”“Or you’re not funny,” I deadpanned.“Or that,” Liz agreed with a slight nod. “You laugh at my jokes, though, so it’s OK.”“I just want to get into your drawers,” I noted, now returning. The sensual feel of her oiled fingers was wonderful and she soon had me grunting in pleasure as she kneaded the tension from my body. I usually nap during a soft massage but I seemed more groggy then usual but passed it off on my long week at work. After working on my arms and legs, she got up onto the table and straddled my thighs. She began to work on my lower back and shoulders and as she pushed forward, her wetness came in contact with my ass. I was amazed at how wet she was and grinned. She returned to unpacking but found her thoughts drifting to her surrogate uncle’s chest and shoulders and her hand drifting between her thighs. Every time she tried to push it out of her mind, she could see him bending her over and spanking her as she deserved. As Monday arrived, she hoped work and school would keep her busy and her mind off Vinny. By Tuesday she was formulating a plan. If she called with a problem, he might send a friend to fix it, or worse, her own father. If she asked to.