I will belong to you even more.’ ‘Yes you will. Good girl -‘ I know just how to make you come and I make you come now – you are squealing and ...rithing, pushing your hips back to increase your pleasure on my fingers. Your breath has made a fog on the mirror and I’m telling you, ‘You are so beautiful, darling. Come for me, baby. Come for me. You are my good girl. My beautiful girl,’ until your shuddering abates and I slowly release my pressure on your back. You catch your breath for a moment. There was a nice little spa on the ground floor. I went to the front desk and asked if I could buy some light, non-greasy massage oil. They offered me a pack of herbal oils they had on sale, and I asked them to add the bill to my room number.By the time I got back, Sonal was already beginning to fall asleep. On the way back, I requested some extra-large towels at the reception. Sonal’s thigh was exposed, and I could see her ass cheeks popping out of her short pants. I fondled it nicely with my. He was trembling, amix perhaps of nervousness and excitement. She undidthe snap of his jeans and they were down, round hisankles, before he could catch them.“There,” said Marsha in triumph and reached to pulldown his underwear. “No, let me do it,” Paul had felt like a little boyfor a moment, maybe it was the age difference. But ifhis shorts were coming down, he’d do it. She watched as he did it. “I’ve never seen a man makehimself come,” she announced.“I’ve never done it while anyone watched.”. Now, even if I had only marginal interest in the outcome of the discussion, I pushed my point of view. I would have to watch that. I knew it wasn't healthy for our long-term future if I continued to harp on her fall from grace."Take a seat, Pumpkin," I said. "I need to talk to you about some things."Lauren did what I asked without discussion. She didn't even roll her eyes at me. I was starting to wonder if she already knew."Is this about the guy who killed my Dad?" she asked."In a way," I said..