Now it was my turn. I decided to sell the Brownstone apartment and hit the road. I’d always been a bit psychic. I think it came from my grandfather....I’d never met him, though had always been told we were two of a kind. But I never fancied myself as some sort of great seer or possessing some special insight into the future. I was just doing this to make a few extra bucks, see the country, and meet people. And the garish, stereotypical garb required for a true over-the-top fortuneteller appealed. We quickly came down and she lied down on bed. I switched off lights and put zero watt bulbs on. Without much delay i asked her if i can massage her with oil. She moved her head mildly in yes, i got the bottle of oil in my hands and asked innocently that her nighty and undies would get soaked in oil so if she could remove it. She said that she could remove nightie and her bra panties are older so she doesn’t mind and asked me to look in other direction. Then after 20 secs she asked me to start.. He made sure to clean everywhere with his finger and the bath sponge, knowing that later that evening, his finger and tongue would be visiting all the places where he was now washing her. But although he was getting her very moist, he deliberately stopped short of bringing her to orgasm, wanting to save that for their bedroom. Toweling each other dry, they changed for bed. Jane donned a shiny, purple-satin bra with white lace trim all around the edges, and peekaboo cut-outs from which her hard. " I said. I couldn't say much more since I was so eager to get the new toy in my mouth. A new gag was always a joyous occasion in our household and I couldn't believe that Amanda had gone trough so much trouble for our little games tonight. I would have to think hard before my next turn as the dominant to pay her back equally as well."Don't worry, I've washed it and it was in a clean plastic bag so it's clean." Amanda said as she went behind me."Thank you, Amanda." I said with my voice nearly.