It just sounds more sexy to me. But yes you are right, I have a deep sexual fetish for women's tummies and not forgetting their navels too." His voice...was shaking with excitement and anticipation. He continued, "Upstairs, my dear, I have a special room made up for you. In there is a massage table, and a few other items I have collected for use on that lovely tummy of yours. Okay?" My throat was dry and the butterflies were in conflict with mild sexual arousal in the form of curiosity. There was. One of her professors emailed her requesting a mandatory meeting to discuss her academics. Just the thought sent butterflies through her stomach. “I can’t, Fiona,” Lucy explained… “I have to meet with Dr. Thacker.” “Dr. Thacker?” Fiona interrupted with a puzzled look on her face. “Why would he want to see you?” “I’ve been struggling in my advanced media class and he wanted to see me. I think I may be in trouble.” Fiona looked at me for a moment and as she gathered her keys said. I called out for help.Mo come in and helped me get out.My legs felt like jelly and I fell into Mo’s body.Mo had to first help me steady and then dry me off with a towel.We embraced and kissed before I wrapped a towel around my hair and put on a robe.Mo then was helped me walk out of the bathroom by holding a firm grip onto my hips with an arm.Someone passed me a drink of coke and I sat down on the edge of the bed.My clothes were neatly placed there (expect for my knickers which had been used to. “Wait…i will..suck your…penis if you will just…watch my laundry…since I don´t have any cash…” “Well, will I also get the beer?” “You…will also get the beer, sir” “Both beers” “You will also get both beers, sir” she said and put her other hand on his groin. Found his still slumbering member. He was a man not much older than her, perhaps in his early thirties, but his clothes were rags and he had a wild-growing beard. Today he almost smelled clean. “Are you a..professional whore?” “No.” she said..