Finally she slipped down to laying face-down prone on the carpet.I gave her a few more strokes; no reaction on her part. Even her mantra had quit, or...at least the part that I could hear had quit. I looked over her body and couldn’t find a spot that was not an angry red or already starting to bruise. It was done. Even though she had not once used a safe word, I stopped the beating. I was not worried that we had gone too far, I just determined that it was time to stop.I began to release her. Just by looking at her, he knew she was from money. He could tell. Yet, money wasn’t everything. Even though she was smiling and was seemingly happy, there was a sadness about her. Even though she had beautiful eyes, she had sad eyes. She looked as if she had survived something horrific or had endured a personal tragedy so bad that it changed her and forced her to prematurely grow from a child to a woman. Reading more into her external beauty, there was something deep within her that she was. My body must have caught most of it, but there was still a fair amount on the couch. I wiped it up. Luckily it was so thick, it didn’t have a chance to soak in. I threw both towels in the washing machine, turned it on, and ran back to the shower.Washing myself off, I began to ponder the events of the last hour. I loved the masturbation and orgasm. It felt great to be a woman and I wanted to enjoy that feeling over and over. I got really giddy just thinking about it. I just had to figure out a. She asked me to just give a simple massage of my own idea.She by herself stripped her clothes and lied on the table with a towel wrapped in her hip. After lying down she loosen the towel. I first started of with her hair, i was just keeping on waving my hands on her head, she closed her eyes and enjoyed then i went to her ears, i gently kneaded her lobes it could have aroused her a lot, and then her back i was just keep on roliing my hands, by this time her hands was caressing her breast i.