There were towels all over the bed and he had lit candles. He had soft music playing and laid me down gently on the towels, rolling me onto my stomach... He had heated massage oil handy and proceeded to give my stiff muscles all the attention they could have ever wanted. His hands felt heavenly as he massaged my body, I could not believe how much I needed this. His hands gliding along my back and neck muscles made me feel like a Queen. I also noticed that his gentle massage was having other. If people are going to laugh at me the bastards can pay for the privilege. I’m thinking of calling it the either the “Fuck You, I’ve Got Weed” Or “If It Involves Titties I’m In” Tour.I freaked myself out. I misplaced my left hand. When the jerking starts it typically starts with small movements in my arms or hands. I felt some of the fingers of my left hand moving, but I wasn’t moving them so I looked at it. It wasn’t there. It wasn’t where my brain said it was. Think about it. Where is your. I knew exactly what he was anticipating. So did Christine. She couldn't look at him. She knew that he was planning to fuck her, to have her, and I was immediately jealous."Lleave her! Shs ... she's ... m daughter, my daughter," I said abruptly, feigning slow-wittedness.Jesus, what was up with me? What was going on? Why was I doing this? Why was I bothering? Christine was nothing to me. She was the daughter of my enemy.And yet she was my soul mate in death, my wife, and I was determined to. Lisa herself was tripping out to another place during all this, a place only a select few girls had ever been. The place Tom had said she would visit that night and a place she knew she would always belong to, right then, there in that cold basement with her captors she didn’t want to ever come back to reality as she had tasted the fruit of submission and domination and welcomed it.She would involuntarily pull and tug at the bindings on her hands making delicate little female grunts each time,.