His fingers stroking her hair, the scent of him when he’d just showered. She felt a warmth building in between her thighs. She was definitely gettin... metaphorically hot under the collar and that was the effect that merely thinking about him was having on her. She had it bad, really bad. She was definitely very attracted to him, there was no point in pretending that she wasn’t. She let out a frustrated sigh causing the bath suds to fly. She told herself that the way she felt was totally. Babs and I took the day off to get ready and to paint each other. I painted Babs to look like a jaguar and she painted me to look like a weird alien. After the paint dried, we put robes on before the others arrived.The others also took the day off and started arriving around 9am. When everyone arrived, we asked who they wanted to paint them. The ladies all said they wanted me to paint them and the men wanted Babs. We decided that we would paint one of them at a time in separate rooms and then. ”“But you doubt he should be a priest.”“As much as it pains me to say it, yes.”“Oh, does it really pain you so much?”We went quiet for a bit. She looked at me almost as if she knew what was going on inside me head.“Why do I feel I know what direction your thinking process is going?”“Mmmmmmm…” I reckoned this was neutral enough an answer. The Swiss would have been mightily proud of me.In the end, I asked in a silly conspiratorial tone. "Do you reckon you could give me a spanking?”Ah, yes,. "Look at her. Look at her and tell me you don't feel it."Renee felt both pairs of eyes fall on her. A pit seemed to form in her stomach and she did not dare return their gazes. She curled into a protective ball, a vain attempt to hide her nakedness and vulnerability."Christ, Sauce, she's yours." His voice dropped to a whisper. "I've got her ready for you. She won't fight and she'll do whatever you say," he focused on the synthetic. "Won't you, Renee?"She bit her lip but the words found their.