I realizedthat the bath towels at massage places are a lot biggerthen mine but figured mine would do. You were veryprofessional when I got down asking...me if any areasbothered me more then others. I said no I needed everyinch massaged and I laughed. Most massage people leave the room so you can strip andget under the towel but since we were in the Den orbecause we were friends you just turned around and toldme to get under the towel on my stomach. I did as yousaid and covered my butt with the. ”Mira says, “That is good as I am very hungry.”Dasha agrees, “Yeah, it’s hard work wearing a burka all day.”I get into trouble when I say, “I don’t know, it’s sort of nice seeing everyone wearing the same thing.”Dasha complains, “So Valentin, you’d rather see me wearing a burka or one of my LBDs?”I retreat and admit defeat, “Sorry my love, I was just kidding.”Ira comes out of the bathroom and complains, “Mira, you partook of all the towels.”Mira giggles and I know there’s going to be a fight so. Monday dawned gloriously though was actually overcast and rainy. I didn't care. My joy couldn't be dampened by weather. I lay in the bed holding a slumbering Dollars and looking over the fantastic form curled up in my arms. She was so innocent looking though her woman's body belied that belief. Her kisses told of the sensuous times we would have in only a few days more than one month starting in this bed.She stirred and woke. When her eyes opened, she found me staring back at her. We smiled at. I cried. Happy tears, uncertain tears, horny tears. I spread my legs and my fingers parted my pussy lips. I was not moist. I was fucking wet. I put one finger in, just feeling the hot liquid that had formed knowing my Master was going to take me tonight. The hot swollen insides of my cunt produced so much wetness I had made a puddle. I drew some of the sticky substance up to my clit and rubbed in circles. Soon I would be with my Master. He would care for me. I knew it. It took no time at all.