‘Oh I dunno, you just didn’t seem your usual self… usually you just seem so polished and self assured.’ ‘Oh my God,’ thought Bella panicki...g slightly, ‘Surely I’m not giving myself away,’ but her only reply was a lame, ‘You must be imagining it.’ ‘You’re probably right,’ concluded Harry, then changing tack he said, ‘There’s a parking bay about three hundred metres ahead at the end of this curve, just stop there and I’ll take over the driving.’ Bella had slowed down to a stop before she realised. Jessica got the same feeling she had that morning when her husband gave her the smile and evasive answer. What is going on? Her mind started jumping to conclusions, and she got nervous – her pulse quickened and her breathing started getting jittery. Stop it, she told herself. It’s a spa. This lady is just being nice. Relax. “We will help you relax, Jessica,” said Jill, almost reading Jessica’s mind. “But you have to trust that we can help you relax. Does that make sense?” Again, the sincere. This time it was less hurried, much more luxuriant, but the passion even stronger. Her hips gyrated atop mine, my hardened prick stimulating her engorged clit, causing small gasps of pleasure to escape her lips as we kissed on her family's couch.My hands found her tits, cupping each one, and feeling it's warm softness. Mrs. Jordon loved it and pressed her chest against my hands. One after another I slipped them up her fuzzy cream-colored sweater, trailing my fingers lightly up her belly as they. Well... you know... taken care of you." But she didn't! That's just the point. And the more she avoided me, the sexier you looked to me, until I thought I'd burst with love for you. I had to fuck you, Linda. Don't you see? I didn't really hurt you, did I? I made love to you. Sure I had to slap you around a little, but only until you behaved. If you're a good girl for me, I'll be real nice to you... like this." His fingers diddled her pussy and one teased her open, wet cunt-mouth. "Doesn't this.