I was not surprised to learn this, for even on this evening, in the casual comfort of Her Mother's house, there was a reserved, martial air about Her....Ms Lora, the youngest, had followed Her Mother into business, doing very well in the republic's booming venture capital markets. If i haven't mentioned this, my Mistress was the artistic one of the sisters, a professional artist, mainly painting, some sculpture, who was just beginning to make a name for Herself, with a couple of recent, very well. During a brief bit of silence, I felt his hands rubbing and massaging every inch of my body, and it felt amazing. I felt like I was melting in place, and was sometimes holding back a moan that I would have freely let out if this was a massage. My body started to warm up all over, and the room was getting pretty warm as well I thought."Sorry, I can turn the heat down if you want. I usually have it almost like a sauna in here though during massages," he mentioned as though he noticed me getting a. Her dark eyes rise to meet your gaze across the room. Your heart skips a beat. She steps towards the end of your bed, raises one leg and places her foot on the covers near your feet. She leans over her knee and begins to untie her black leather boot, her eyes never leaving yours. She slips the boot off and raises her other leg to take the place of the one that she has lowered to the floor. Her other boot off she takes a step backwards and slowly undoes the button of her black velvet pants.. Two of her studs lead me to a room, and rather large room. There was a dressing table, a rather regally looking bed, and another throne, much like the one she had just been perched on. Her studs brought her to the throne, and she then commanded that they leave us alone."I shall make use of you." she said. She stood up, and removed her skirt. She had nice long legs and a sexy ample bush. It was perfectly groomed. I wasn't sure what was ahead of my, but seeing her standing there, sans pants, was.