I then laid down on my stomach and my husband sat down on me as he drizzled bio oil onto my back and neck. He started massaging me moving from my neck...down my back. Reaching my ass and thighs he drizzled more oil and while massaging my ass every now and again he would slip his finger between my crack and run it over my bum hole. He soon opened my legs a bit so that he could massage my inner thighs and while doing so he teased my pussy by touching it every now and then. He eventually moved down. She wished good night and left me out in the livingroom couch again. I was sad that she hadn't invited me back to her bedbut I was not going to wait. Call me loose but I was young, inexperiencedand too fucked up to try and make good moral decisions. Plus if somethingfelt that good, how could it be that bad. I curled up and went to sleep.As D-Day on Friday with Dr Patterson approached I tried to stay busy. Myshifts at the club were slow; there were not too many takers for dancesfrom a flat. She stuck her key into the lock and turned, I grabbed her hand as she reached for the light switch. “Leave the lights off” I whispered firmly as I covered her mouth with my gloved hand, “stay still and you won’t be hurt.” She was a petite, almost tiny lady, she struggled a little at first but realized she was no match for my strength, I lifted her up and head to the bedroom. “Be still” I hissed at her, as I pulled the blindfold out of my pocket and put it over her head. “Do as I say and you. Nodding Mark went back to his conversation with hisfriends while Amanda sat tensely in her chair tuggingher dress hem down to cover her slender legs.“Aww,” Tom commented “don’t spoil the view Mrs. W., itwas just getting interesting.”Though he hadn’t raised his voice there was a hint ofmenace in Tom’s softly spoken words, another shiver randown her spine as she stopped pulling the hem down.“Hell mum,” Mark said sharply, “what you want.