I massaged them with a motion akin to pressing a huge mango to release its juice. But this had an effect on me and my juices stated flowing out. Simra... asked me impatiently “why don’t you fuck me” to which i replied “i have yet to give you a proper thigh massage”.Now i emptied all the contents of the oil on my body and spread it over. I was now drenched in oil. I squatted on her thigh. My buttocks were resting on her thigh. I moved forward using my knees. This made my buttock slide over her. But then again, it was a joy being around her. As Heather grew older, she began to look very good to me. She was always walking around our house in mini skirts, short shorts, halter tops, tube tops and T-shirts. When it was close to her bedtime, she would change into a T-shirt and panties, then join us in the TV room before time for bed. I always felt like her choice in attire was a way of teasing me, but then again, who knows?When Heather turned 18, we had a nice birthday party for her,. In the Regime's eyes, she was a little girl. And to children, she was a very curious object. And yet she was small. And looked young. Those also added to everyone in that bathroom thinking she was a little girl but it was just her young looks. She looked like she was 14-15.She immediately fought back. She hit the assistants and tried to run away. But they all held her back, which wasn't such a hard thing to do. Took just one man and one woman. They were like how dare you little girl. She yelled. Finally she broke the ice by sending me a Non-Veg joke. As if I was an innocent lamb – I too started sending her all sorts of jokes and she used to reply back to each message with her comments.We were getting closer and closer with each passing day. I started leaving for office late so as I may see her and also started coming home early. Now messaging was getting even more intimate and I started asking her what colour bra and panties she used to wear. Obviously we were getting attracted.