. of course, like a slave should be. When she walked into the room she stood in front of me and just looked down for a couple minutes, shaking her hea..., smoking her cigarette, and not saying a word. She flicked her ashes onto my back and then dropped the cigarette onto the floor just inches from my face. She stepped forward and put it out with the twist of her foot.She then said "How's my little bitch tonight, hmmm? Are you ready for me like I told you to be?" I answered yes Mistress. She. He returned to my right side and began massaging my outer thigh and cheek; he was working the oil really well and I knew he was getting a good view of my tight ass. I was beginning to enjoy myself again and the massage was feeling beyond great. He moved up to my lower back and back to my butt, working both sides and sliding his hand across from side to side. I soon enjoyed the feeling of being touched and I was lost again in ecstasy.I had my head in the opening and was unable to see this whole. The result of their easy-going friendship was that Jessica felt comfortable with Matt, and most of all she felt safe. Not just safe in the sense of physical safety from injury, but safe from sexual pressure. He reawakened many of the same feelings she dimly remembered from sitting in her father's lap.Rod always made it perfectly clear that he wanted more, much more than she was willing to give. Every date with Rod was a struggle between her barely suppressed libido and her deeply ingrained. The tree limbs he glides silently under, slap at you and form a barrier that makes you practically claw your way through the foliage. You can’t help but feel envy, as he slinks through the trees, completely at one with all that surrounds him. A faint glow through the trees ignites an interest in your mind and you curiously wonder, just where this strange fellow is leading you. He turns, now and then, to peer at you and make sure you are still following, then he continues on his way. As you get.