It had been so long and it was getting harder everyday to satisfy herself. Myka took the drinks back into the living room. The voice going from soft p...rring encouragement to berating insults. Calling her a coward and a whore before telling her she was worthless and no man would ever want her. She made an excuse and went to the bathroom to collect her thoughts. Myka looked in the mirror and stumbled as her reflection flickered, the glass moved an rolled like mercury, shimmering like a drop in. But if Ipaid attention to how I stepped and went slowly, I could manage. I wasable to bring the tray into her bedroom without spilling a drop of wine.What was harder to adjust to, was the string of pearls that was wedgedin between my cheeks. I was reminded of its presence with every step.But again, I managed. As I came in, I saw her face light up. Tess wasbeaming. When she took her glass, she had the warm, confident smile thatwas her normal look."I knew you could manage those heels. I swear you. Even as I rose to get the bottle of lotion from the dresser my mother was wriggling out of her nightdress and rolling onto her stomach. Returning to the bed I pushed the bedding back to her waist and gazed at the creamy expanse of her back thus revealed, I swear my hands shook as I squeezed some oil onto her shoulders and began to rub it gently in."Mmm, that feels nice." Mum hummed happily.Slowly I worked my way down her upper back, dripping a little oil onto her skin then rubbing it well in. She neither resisted nor moved but just sat still. Taking this as the first cue of acceptance, I moved my fingers further upwards to her neck, caressed the nape of her neck, and then slowly pulled her ear lobes by taking her ear lobe between my index finger & middle finger. Now the intensity of her breath had increased, eyes had opened wide and she had tightened the grip of her laptop bag, but she did not make any movement to resist my advances.The game was heating up. My fingers started.