She was barefooted now and had put on a white smock. I recognized the perfume she was wearing. It was the same scent that her mother used. She had ...reat hands. Strong and soft at the same time. She kneeded my back and then my arms. Then she shifed to my feet and started working up my legs. Her touch was electric. Occasionally her hands would reach under the towel but they always pulled back before she went too far.“how are you enjoying the massage?” she asked“You have quite the touch”. The sounds of her sobs brought me back from my imagination. “Oh sweetheart, it will be okay. Do you want to spend the night here? That way, if Steve tries to make an appearance, you won’t be anywhere near there.” “Thanks Tiff, I was hoping you’d ask. I already have everything.” “Why don’t we move to the living room? We can watch a movie if you’d like.” She rose and walked towards the living room, and I couldn’t help but watch the sway of her hips. What was I doing? I stood up and glanced down,. I felt proud to be taking the punishment without tears. He paused once and massaged my asshole again. He applied lube on the outside and inside of the tight passageway and then I saw him lubing up the plug. He pressed two fingers inside me and moved his fingers back and forth. I knew the plug was next, so I relaxed as he pressed it all the way in. He spanked it home and that seemed to amuse him. "I want this to stay in, Slut. Make sure you hold it in." "Yes, Sir." I felt the belt slide along. “I think that most animals do it the same,” she said. “It may look a little different, but in almost every case, it’s the same.”What she meant was that, in almost all cases, the male put his penis in the female’s vagina, inserted the sperm, and that was pretty much it. What she actually did was validate a behavior that, if she’d known what he was talking about, she might have prevaricated on. Jesse had been trying to work up to asking a direct question about Boomer licking what Jesse was now.