“Well, I wouldn’t be a good trainer, if I didn’t help you get rid of that cramp,” he said, lips brushing against my ear.Shivers went up and do...n my down, settling right on top of my clit. What was he up to, I wondered? He could have anyone woman he wanted. Dare I think that he was flirting with me. My mind wandered, as he led me to the massage room. “Again, what’s with all the mirrors in this place?” I said, absently.“Exposure. Awareness. Who knows?” Mac replied.“What are we doing?” I. "I swiveled my butt on the bench, which caused a new wave of captivating pain from the plug in my ass, and brought my legs around so my back was to the dressing table. Lydia sat cross-legged at my feet with two towels, a nail file, bottle of nail polish and some cotton balls, which she began placing between my toes."Ever had your toes painted before?" No, Mistress." I didn't think so," she said as she placed the towel under my feet. "This will only take a minute, if you keep your feet still.". Er! mother of Pawnee Jackson ... er ... fuck!” he paused re reading the information.Fossy licked his lips and drooled at the sight of the seven foot two black giant who while scanning the typed sheets and the twelve inch screen, deftly held in one massive mitt to confirm details, occasionally fiddled and scratched what to Fossy from the old days looked like a truncheon down the inside leg of Mbongo’s trousers.“Daughter of Insistus and Hemorage Jackson, once of Hermitage Peak, Colorado, now of. She had not a fraction of the experience of either Heather or Melinda, but after she had been forced to do it in her Projected state, she wanted to do it on her own terms.She undid Ned's belt and tugged down his jeans and briefs. Cassie wrapped her fingers around his shaft, letting out a husky sigh as it sparked her own renewed arousal. She hoped it was just her love for him and not the potion again.She stroked him until she elicited a soft moan. She almost didn't want to stop; he felt so nice.