“I am Zelda” the woman said. “Hi I am Sandra” was the reply. Zelda poured some oil on Sandra’s back. It was warm. She stared to rub up to he... shoulders and neck. Then she worked on her back. Sandra was feeling relaxed. After all Zelda obviously knew what she was doing. She than began to rub the soles of her feet which tickled, but in a good way. Slowly she worked up her calves and then her thighs. As she got higher Sandra gave a little moan. Sandra couldn’t see but Zelda smiled. It was obvious. She could feel her heart rate startingto return to normal. Her nipples were starting to relax. Then she wouldsee his large mocha hand gently caressing the baseball bat size bulge onthe inside of his thigh. How the khaki material was stretched so tightalmost to his knee.She smiled a little as she bit her lip. Her crotch was now absolutelysoaked. Soaked because of Leon. Not her husband little Chrissy. Chris.Her husband Chris. Why is she calling him little Chrissy? Well comparedto Leon he was. As she straightened the fabric it became clear that it was in fact a dress. It was not just a dress, it was also rather damp and smelled like a public toilet. Her lovejuices were distinct as well. No doubt about that. We would be able to smell her at twenty paces up wind.She took the dress and the plastic container and moved out of the clearing. She would come back later for her chains and padlocks. There were no way she could hide those on the bus. But first she wanted to rinse the dress and. Ohhh god!?He exploded inside her mouth and closer his eyes breathing heavily as sheswallowed every last bit of him.?Rebecca, I love it when you do that. I just wish you wouldlet me return the favor.? He said putting on his pants and boxers. ?I don?t need the favor returned just yet. I?m going to goto bed. I?ll see you tomorrow?? ?Sure, I?ll see you then. But for now? Can you do me afavor?? He paused and she nodded. ?I know that I?m going home, but when yousleep tonight, can you wear the sexy.