As she finished oiling my torso, she leaned forward and kissed my deeply, parting her lips and probing my mouth gently with her sweet tongue. It was a... incredibly erotic kiss, slow, and enticingly delicate. Her breasts grazed my slick chest, and my erection pulsed against her warm belly. Without breaking the contact between our mouths, she reached for my cock with both hands, and began milking me with soft strokes of her oiled hands. I couldn't help but moan at the intensity of the situation as. " Oh, wow. I didn't know they were doing it!" Guess they are now." Maybe that means the bubblehead won't want to go after me so much." Melinda sighed and shook her head. "Heather's getting really bad, Jason. She keeps trying to do things to me she promised she wouldn't."Jason frowned. "She's not trying to enslave you again, is she?" No, not really. I don't think she can. But she's getting bossy again, and it's starting to piss me off."Jason looked thoughtful. "Did this start Friday afternoon?". ‘Yes, Yes, just don’t hurt me anymore,’ he cried. Satisfied, Vicky released her grip on his groin and stepped back. ‘First, we must put a bra on you’ handing him one of his mother’s, and helping him fasten it in the back. ‘Next comes some panties,’ and she held them for him to step into. As he pulled the nylon dainties up his legs, he got a strange feeling, and trembled all over. Vicky noticed this but said nothing, as she stuffed the bra with toilet paper to fill it out. Vicky then told him to. My arms reach for her, hers for me and our bodies touch the silk of her sari hissing against the silk of my sari. My fingers move to her hair pulling it loose so that it cascades onto her shoulders like a shower of autumn leaves, glowing red. She has one hand on the back of my neck, one at my waist and our faces are inches apart, our lips almost touching, and our eyes gazing with adoration. We pause, savoring the anticipation of the moment when our lips will meet. Her tongue flickers along her.