Smooth hands and soft fingers lulled me into a false sense of security. Warm scented oil washed over me. I relaxed, let down my guard, and then it all...changed.I did not know I had knots in my shoulders until she attacked the first one. It was searched out and isolated in iron fingers before being kneaded into submission, and then smoothed back into my shoulder. The others followed, each in turn mercilessly subdued until, slowly but certainly, my back and shoulders and neck became as smooth and. He agreed, and asked Angel and Robin about their observations and involvement. Partway through that, Kerry handed her back the eCom and said their mother would be right there. Angel thanked her, then went back to answering questions.After making sure that the attackers were well out of earshot, he confided that they had been called by the saleslady in the shop. Those teens, and a few others, had been trouble for some time, but she had been afraid enough of the preacher's power not to do. ?There we go.? I said, alternately increasing and decreasing my pressure on her back, ?That’ll get your tits warmed up for more in no time. Now then Rita, let’s talk. Are you scared right now that you’re going to be tortured soon???Y-yes. Oohh!? she said, as the studs bit into her tender nipples.?Are you going to call the police and tell them about me tomorrow like those other girls did??She remained silent and I continued.?Well, that was very stupid of them, because I’m going to have to visit. This trip might turn out to be something of a contest between Abigail and Margot, as they vie for my attention, and I didn't know what I thought about that. Abigail was young, supple, and needy. Margot was older, she wasn't pretty but her body and personality made up for that, more subtle in some ways, but less reserved in others, so it was a bit of a toss-up.Our boat trip was in its second week – with a crew of three, that is – when Margot and Abigail finally showed a desire to go home. We had.