Smiling, “I’ve been expecting you Mick, please come in” I stepped in, but it was hard to talk, couldn’t help staring at her. Taking the bottle...out of my hand, thanking me, she took both of my hands in hers, just starring at me for the longest time. A giggle broke the tension, “Well well well, our perfect physician has a dark, very dark secret” Then she moved to me, taking my face, kissing me on the lips, “There now I’ve marked you as mine. I’m only into girls but soon I will come and claim what. Just meet and fuck bareback like the sex-addicted sluts we were. She agreed, sent me a picture of herself and her number and told me it made her cunt drip with anticipation to be such a wanton, pleasure-seeking whore. We set a date and time for later that week but agreed not to chit chat on the phone in between. I would call her with the room number of the motel when I was there and she would come to the door. We wanted to stay "strangers" as much as possible.On the appointed day I got a room. I made my way down the corridor, my boots tapping on the metal deck, and after a while I arrived at my quarters. The automatic door slid open with a whir to allow me access, and I collapsed onto my bed, wincing as the impact jolted my healing ribs. If they made any more announcements I would hear them in here, I didn’t want to sour the mood in the situation room, there would be time to celebrate and reflect once Vi returned.The digital clock on the wall advanced sluggishly, the red neon numbers. Although, I was under this tension for a long time before my massage, when the moment came, I was so much engrossed in the massage that I didn’t hesitate to remove it. I unbuttoned the blouse from the front and Bachchu helped me to take it out of my hands. I had a bra inside and I covered the exposed parts of my back with the pallu (the upper part) of my saree. Bachchu’s fingers could now freely move above my elbows, right upto my shoulder joints and arm pits. He was saying that my hands were.