"Umm sure Sandie, okay. I will be right back Max." I turn away and startwalking until I feel Max didn't let go of my hand and I almost wipe outagain. ...Opps sorry about that." I smile and realize I am the one thatdidn't let go of Maxes hand. What the hell am I doing falling for a guyenjoying holding hands with him?Sandie takes my arm; we walk into the women's restroom before I realizeI am standing in front of the large mirror watching Sandie fixing hermake-up. "I thought you had to go potty. I still haven't figured out how he got on to the society and who to look for and where they were. Someone very high up had to have talked, but I just can't believe they would give away names of the torch bearers. Even under torture I would never speak about such a thing." Quanta, any man can be broke by torture if the man doing it knows what he is doing. The person being tortured is the one who controls what information is given out. The torturer has to believe what is told to him or kill the. She kneaded each cheek with her fingers and then she moved down each of my legs and calves. Her fingers felt incredible and I shut my eyes to fully enjoy her amazing massage. She then poured the oil on each of my feet and pulled on my toes to kind of crack them. It reminded me like how I crack my knuckles. My body was tingling from all her rubbing. “Turn over!” I then got on my back and my stepmother poured the oil all over my breasts and pussy. I just smiled at her. She then rubbed her hands. “Go downstairs and put some water on one of those paper towels from the bathroom.”“I was kidding, don’t worry about it. Anyway, it’s time for you to eat out my cunt.” Wow, that was subtle.There was nowhere to go except on the filthy floor. I said, “All right, take your jeans all the way off and we’ll see what we can do.”She lay down facing up and I was facing down between her legs. The floor had some gritty stuff on it and I wondered how she could stand having her bare ass against it, but she.