‘Please … roll over now.’ Damn, she doesn’t want to move. However, she rolls over onto her belly. The oil starts again at her feet. The massa...e continues, spending maybe a little extra time at the top of her thighs. The girl moves up to her cheeks, and gives them a thorough workout. Massaging, kneading the flesh. Plenty of oil prevents any uncomfortable friction. Hiroko spanks her a few times on each cheek. OK, that’s a little odd. Then the girl’s hands slide up her back. They put pressure. I knew it was wrong but I just wanted to get closer to the door, as if I had xray vision, duh. Hey I was really young. Standing there hearing the water run I realized that the door had a keyhole. I bent down and could see light coming through. As I got closer I could see her shape through the semitransparent shower curtain, as she washed her hair and ran her hands down washing her body. My heart started pounding in my chest, my throat got dry, and my cock got even harder. While she was mostly. “Thank you sir.” Drell said giving him a tip.“That meal was delicious, thank you.” I said putting my seatbelt on.“Good, I aim to please.” “Oh you please…..you please very well.”I grabbed and rubbed his thigh. I kept my hand there as we turned on Piedmont Rd. “It’s a gorgeous night.” Drell said opening the sunroof of his Nissan Maxima. It could have been the combination of wine and the breeze, but I had that taste in my mouth again. As we pulled onto the highway, I reached over and undid Drell’s. She’d use her long tongue to reach deep within her Lady’s crevices, trying to capture each and every drop of mess. Her Master’s seed would slide down her tongue, down her throat, and she’d swallow it happily, knowing that she was doing her job, and doing it well.But, best of all, her efforts would serve to excite Sansa. Her Lady would moan and pant, her eyes would flutter. The young servant girl would use her fingers to scoop out the Master’s seed, and this would cause Sansa to react even more.