Some flashbacks did occur in the girls, but it was easily explained as adolescent sexual fantasies, the girls often not even willing to tell anyone of...what they thought they remembered.Dr. Michael had brought in "investors" over a year ago. For a small sum of money, well maybe not so small as each one was required to pay $100,000 per year, they were allowed to participate in the week long "therapy" sessions and in some cases, might be allowed to participate in the weekly session. They were. They rub our muscles before pounding on them. Then, they stand on our backs and walk. When they finish the massage, we go to the locker room and redress in our clothes. We leave, but not without Maria giving me a flirtatious smile. I try to ignore it. We get in the car and drive farther into town. Theres this great restaurant in town that I think you will just love, Sheryl says, I hope you like Italian. I smile and we keep driving. About 5 minutes later, we pull into the parking lot of. They were indeed fluffy. I held her boob with one hand and slid my other hand inside her saree and gripped her hip.Then slowly, but at a steady pace, I slide under her blouse. God! Her blouse was tight. It was soft and squishy. I didn’t want to take my hand, but I wanted to savor her whole. She was biting her lower lip letting out soft moans. Her eyes brows had contracted and her face looked tense.I pulled the saree she draped. Her skin was radiating that she would have shone even in the. At one stage, I moved his arm and put it around me, putting his hand on my bare shoulder and resting mine on his leg. I could feel him twitch slightly and could see a bulge start to grow in his shorts - I turned my body round to face him and kissed him hard.He responded in kind and kissed me back - his tongue finding mine. Whatever thoughts or doubts either of us had were completely gone at this point. We needed each other, we needed to feel each other. I sat on top of him and continued to kiss.