Suddenly she realized that Olivia was looking at her, and she turned her face, mortified that she had been caught staring. Was it her imagination, or ...id she see the smallest glimmer of self-satisfaction in the other woman’s eyes? Without a word, Olivia started her massage, rubbing the same sweet smelling oil into her shoulders with slow, sensuous strokes. Lydia admitted to herself that she could get used to this whole massage thing; it was certainly relaxing. Her breathing slowed and she was. I had only tried this once with my (now ex) boyfriend and it hadn't gone well. He hadn't even climaxed before I had to get him out of my mouth. It was horrible. But now, as I knelt before Satan, figure of all evil, my mate and master for life, I was not nervous at all.I wrapped my hand around his monster cock and my finger and thumb barley touched. I began rubbing my hand up and down his shaft. Stroking slowly and firmly. I could feel it getting even harder."Oh, Angela." I heard him groan. I. Her creamy white skin, her pretty face,her pert breasts with berry-like nipples already erect in anticipation,her flat belly and those long, long legs."Magnificent," he whispered and lowered himself to her breasts.Charlotte gasped and cradled his head while Edward suckled at herteats. He sucked and nibbled her nipples and Charlotte felt waveletsof pleasure burst forth from her bosom. She stoked his leonine head;his long black hair shot through with wild streaks of grey.Edward's lips slid. I told her I was really glad that she had done this to me, that I washappy for the first time in my life, although I still don't know if thiswas a real feeling or something they had programmed me with, and I reallydidn't care.I told Marcia I didn't feel pretty enough for her and she asked why, Itold her about the piercings I wanted, the tattoos I was jealous of andthat I thought my breast needed to be bigger. She told me we could fixall that, although she did correct me that while she had.