I took that as an order to begin her massage. I did her entire body and then waited but she didn’t turn over so I repeated the entire routine. This ...ime she turned over with her eyes close, I took my time working every part, kneading stroking and tapping her delicious flesh. When I finished she finally spoke. ‘Slave, tongue-bathe your mistress, do every inch of my body but never touch my face!’ That must have been in a chapter I didn’t read yet, but how could I go wrong and how could I not. Even at the pool he has been more talkative and not so creepy as he usually is. I even came home from work the other day to find him chatting it up with my husband on the patio….but anyway he called at noon and told me to dress in some jean shorts and a shortie top, regular underwear and sandals. I told him to give me a minute and I’d be right up. Ten minutes later I knocked on his door and he let me in. He offered me a drink and I told him I just had one before coming up, but one more. Whoever was looking for her was probably committed to finding her. It’s what Hawke would do if he lost something like her. Once upon a time, anyway, in the days before he’d lost himself. But he was used to losing things, and he was better at it than most people. She put the bottle back on the table and looked at him expectantly. He watched her wait. She had the kind of beauty that was intense but not angry. Even now. Her eyes were serious but without fear. Maybe that was even a good thing. . She gently put her hands on my face. "Poor baby," she cooed at me. "Do I make you all hot and bothered?" I nodded excitedly. She smiled atme seductively. "You'd love to my suck my nipples, wouldn't you? All men do. But you know, men don't know how to suck nipples. I have yet to find one who knows how to do it right. On the other hand, the women in this department, . ," and she looked on dreamily, not bothering to finish her sentence, although the implication about how much she enjoyed.