Mark moves to my legs and begins with long strokes from my ankles up to my thighs. Pouring more warm oil on my buttocks, he presses his fingers even h...rder, as his hands explore from side to side. I moan slightly and my breathing quickens.Mark turns me over on my back. He begins to work on my neck, shoulders and arms. He drips the oil on my chest and starts to rub my breasts. First gently, then with more force. I moan as he continues to discover more of my body. Mark's hands move down to my. Conjuring Mandy’s demon didn’t take a lot of work. It was always there, repressed by outdated patriarchal dogma and ridiculous religious doctrine perpetuated by her mother, her father, and her worthless husband, high on his own misguided sense of superiority. Lust and pleasure finally cleared Mandy’s lens and she saw her world for what it truly was. She was ready to indulge in the only true spirit, which is that of the flesh. It would have been easy to pull out my cock and get to work on. Pam understood my intention and helped me remove it by lifting her body off the bed and using her own hand to pull the material up towards her head. We broke our kiss, only for the last moment to pull the garment off and over her head. Then my arms surrounded her and pulled her into my embrace. Her warm naked skin was so exciting against my body.I ran my hands over her back, lightly caressing her every curve. I could feel goosebumps on her skin where my hands travelled. Pushing her onto her. Furthermore the room he had awoken in was dimly lit, he did hisbest to focus and turned his head to better understand where he was. Thesparse furnishings and antiseptic odour gave him the impression he mightbe in a hospital or clinic of some kind. His chest ached quite intenselyand there was an unusual sensation down at his tail bone. Weakly he triedto rise, but he quickly realised this was futile. He had been boundsecurely to a bed with guard rails around it. He heard a door open and afigure.