He noticed the soft sent of her deodorant mixing with the soap and it fueled his arousal. Just as she had done to him, he turned her around and washed...her back, slowly, thoroughly. Then he turned her around, kissed her softly, and began to wash her breasts. Her nipples hardened under his touch as she gasped. He stopped and she grabbed his hand and smiled.“Don’t stop, please.”He smiled and nodded. He resumed washing her breasts slowly, making her moan. Her breasts were firm, solid, and he now. Padma offered her hand and I, of course, took it. She had medium length, glossy black hair, pulled neatly away from her face and shoulders with clips."Pleased to meet you," I said."The same," she replied. "I trust you are doing well today?" she asked. She had a charming Indian accent. I nodded, and the two women exchanged smiles. "I suppose that Dana explained that I'll be your Extraction Technician today." And I'll be Assisting," chimed in Dana."Yes," continued Padma. "Dana is Assisting. As. I just like it I guess" Do you always wear them?" No, just sometimes around the house. Or sometimes under my clothes at work" *giggles* WOW! How many pairs do you have?" Maybe about fifty pairs" FIFTY! That's more than we've got!" I have different kinds, some sheer, some opaque, some fishnet" What about stockings?" Yeah I sometimes wear those too" And knickers? And bras? And dresses? Do you wear makeup too?" No! Sometimes knickers, but usually only the pantyhose" And I bet you prance about in. When he rolled over and pulled her on top, she cried out and began sliding up and down the massive pole. She'd never felt so full in her life!"Ungh, baby, I'm gonna cum," he warned and rolled her back over, slowing his strokes. He deliberately hit at her pleasure point as he slowly began to withdraw completely, knowing she was close to orgasm again. Just as he thought, she moaned in disappointment when he pulled out, and looking confused and flushed, demanded, "Just a few more strokes. Please!".