Who knows? Heck, with my luck there will be an entire level just for me, right next to people who talk at the theater (Pat yourself on the back if you...get the reference). I knew what I was doing was wrong. I was manipulating a young girl who didn't know any better. Everything in my upbringing told me I should be ashamed of myself. But I wasn't. Not by a long shot. Nicole wasn't the only one who had jumped onto a moving train. I probably could have put the brakes on events, stop it before any. Normally on arrival the three of us would go into the kitchen and I would make them a cup of tea and they would sit around the kitchen island and chat. My mistress had a rule that i wasn’t allowed to speak unless I asked her permission to do so or was asked a question by either her of Geoff. After i gave them their cups of tea I was told to kneel in front of the bar stool on which Geoff was sitting. At this point he would normally stand up and take of his shoes, socks, trousers and boxers and. I see that there is a surplus of oil on my hands and I have to be very careful not to let it soil the hem of your skirt. At the first opportunity I can take, I rub and wipe the excess oil onto the calf of your other leg. I then start to slide the hem of your skirt up some (so it won’t get oil on it) and you surprise me by reaching down and pulling it up even higher...almost to the lower side of your firm curvy, bottom. Your modesty and dignity is still preserved, but just barely. The act of. She is sex goddess to me.It all started when I was a teen, that is the first time I saw her boobs in nighty while she was sweeping. I don’t know what happen to me I just can’t take my eyes off it. From that time onwards I had a crush on her. Sometimes in night I can hear her moaning sound but it will not least for long more than 2-3 minutes sometime I can hear her crying sound, first I thought that her husband beat her but later the years pass as I mature and fully aware of sex I understand the.