I began to offer massages after our little sessions, she was a member of a local athletics club, and would compete fairly regularly so always enjoyed ...etting her muscles rubbed down. So it came to pass that I would regularly give her a massage, her back and shoulders, as well as her calf and hamstrings. After one meet she strained her hamstring and asked me to pay close attention to it. She usually wore thigh length shorts when I massaged her (&when we fooled around). However with her sore. .. uh-oh!" Eoin's said, his eyes locked on a spot behind me.I turned and saw Aunt Sabrine, wrapped in a long, fluffy robe, her face almost as white as the cotton. "What the hell are you two doing? Eoin? Alexandra? One of you had better begin explaining! What are you doing with that knife?" Aunt Sabrine ... I ... um-" I was at a loss for words. Through most of my life I have had the ability to make up plausible stories on the spot, but not then and there.Eoin, however, was a politician and was. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… plums. She begins to paint his arms as she leans into his ear and whispers… ‘I want to love you, as I’ve never loved… I want to move you and be moved by you, bodies and souls ungloved.’ she kisses his ear… and comes to his lips… where in the corner of her eyes she sees a tear… she licks up his tear and kisses him with every drive of desire she has been building up for him. She sits up and pulls him up to her… where they both now sit in the middle of that blank canvas… waiting. She even dared to pick up a small whip and examine it, trying it on her own body. It was her first transgression.And quickly observed by the sternly handsome man who had silently joined her in the chamber. She felt his solid grip on her arm as he took the whip away. From then on, all power was his. She did her best to be completely compliant as he undressed, holding her arms up behind her back as she had been trained while he exposed her tits, which seemed to please him.Once more the naked.