Suddenly there were more fingers. Again, female, as the fingernails gave witness to.They started at her ankles, and trailed slowly up and down her leg..., the strokes slowly getting longer as they reached her inner thigh.Jess steeled herself in anticipation, as the fingers moved ever closer to her pussy, already soaked and wanting. The fingers traced a line down the side of her pussy, before searching for, and finding her swollen clit.The touch was electric. Jess’s whole body shook in the bonds. It gave her the illusion of height until one stood next to her. Her breasts were small to average. What did they say? " a more than a handful's a waste". She also had long flowing hair that fell to the middle of her back in light brown tresses. Her face was elfin in quality.He watched her subtly until all the other girls at the table, three including her, left and she was sitting alone finishing her coffee. Once she turned and looked at him, he thought she had caught him looking at her. He. He closed the door and locked it from inside. We went through the motions of exercise like yesterday. I did not want to show my eagerness for massage. When he suggested, I put on a show of resistance, then went and, like yesterday, came out wrapped in a mini towel. He also was in his underwear and tent.As I lay on my stomach on the massage table, his hands were shaking slightly as he shifted and removed the towel. Now I was naked like a fish on a slab. He took some oil and rubbed on my back,. I recognized him as a pilot we had used before. “The Buckmans, right?”“You remembered,” I said.“It’s not hard to when you’ve been on the news so much lately. Ready to go?”“I’ve been ready! I need a vacation after all this!” I replied with a snort.He laughed at that. “I bet you do. Well, if you have any luggage, let’s get you loaded up.” He came around the counter and followed us out to the limousine. He grabbed the suitcases while I carried the hanging bag. Marilyn took off her jacket and.