He knew his touch calmed her, knew how important it was to her to have such reassurance, knew that the more encouragement he gave her, the more she wo...ld be able to endure for him. She lay waiting for what seemed an eternity, hearing muted whispers between Mr. Smith and Kayleigh. She strained to hear what they were saying, but it was useless. She felt someone crawl between her splayed legs, and froze up, desperate to open her eyes. She felt hair tickling her thighs, then what could only. I told them that they would have to excuse me as I was heading home for a shower and a rest. I reminded them that I was expecting them at my place for coffee and cake in the afternoon. Doreen could have the presents that Brenda and I had bought her. The wind had risen and the rain had really started to make its presence felt when they arrived at my place, they had to dash in from Doreen’s car, not that I minded if they felt the need to strip wet things off. Unfortunately, they had been. He hadn't realized how parched he was until he felt the cool liquid touch him and he began to drink thirstily, without thinking, gulping down several mouthfuls before he realized what had happened. Turning away from the bottle, water poured out onto his face, neck and shoulders, but he ignored it."You drugged me!" he accused, in a combination of incredulity and anger. The brief moment of guilt that washed over her face was all the confirmation that he needed. They'd known each other too long. Great instincts, Master!On other days, soft, slender fingers reach down and take hold of me. I always enjoy hands rubbing me. The friction against my sensitive skin – up and down – up and down. Master still rubs me, but I enjoy new hands trying to figure out how to handle me. I love being rubbed from bottom to top – hands meticulously working my entire length, and up and over the ridge to my head. And baby, throw in some lotion and I am done. You will see the fruits of your labor hopefully.