As they bent down to take their books, they bent more than they had to and I got a beautiful view of both their cleavages. They caught me staring and ...miled at me. Immediately after they pushed their chairs closer to me such that our legs were all touching. I understood they wanted me and they wanted me bad but I decided to play along for the time being to build up the sexual tension between us. So I moved my chair a little behind to just brush their legs. I knew they’d want more.This was. Warmth infected her as she remembered a gentle love, stronger than anything she’d thought possible. It had always lingered, protecting her from succumbing to her boyfriend’s near-constant verbal abuse and negativity. When she exhaled, she smiled at the memory of Him in her apartment, the day they opened her kink drawer. She giggled and immediately stopped, the light, musical sound jarring in the empty house. Then suddenly became very aware of how long it’d been since she last orgasmed. I. She loosened her robe so that, the legs and back was visible to me to start the massage. Since we were staying in a service apartment, I had luke-warmed the oil which I use, took it in my hands, started massaging her leg. We had soft music (instrumentals) and lovely aroma candle lit inside the room. While massaging we kept on talking with each other. I massaged both her legs and feet. After a session of oil massage, I applied chocolate sauce on her legs and allowed the oil in chocolate sauce to. "Are you looking for something in particular?" I asked again, not relishing the thought of putting all these back in order.She stopped, her hand grasping another sweater, and poised as though ready to continue at a moment's notice. She looked at me, and then at the sweaters."They're all black," she said flatly."Yes," I answered, picking the closest one up and folding it back, as it should have been.She tossed the one she'd been holding, and I felt a fury rise inside me. I'm sometimes prone to.