She had never seen a bottle like that, I knew. I unscrewed the plastic cap and took a light sip of the water, then handed the bottle to her. She drank...it down, her eyes watching me. I smiled reassuringly at her.When she was done, I asked her, "Is it okay if I look at the scratches on your back?"She nodded. I moved behind her and raised the back of her shirt up. The scratches were scabbed over, but I didn't think I saw any sign of infection or anything. I wasn't a doctor, so I just had to judge. Her ass welled under the towel, which I gently moved aside. She moaned softly as I worked her muscles, nearly falling asleep as I worked.I moved up to her ribcage, noting her small breasts mashed into the table. Slowly I moved my hands lower with each stroke until my fingers made contact with her breasts. Since she didn’t stir at the intrusion, I got bolder until I was practically tweaking her nipples.I gently turned her over and began working on her feet. Her body was incredible for a. “What happened, Lucia?” Parker asked.He felt nauseous as the air closed in.“I couldn’t do it,” he said, his voice sounding distant.“Do what, honey?” the woman asked.He looked up, meeting the owlish eyes in their dark frames.“You know what I mean,” he said.Now she shrugged, making her stuffed shoulders rise.“Do I?” she asked. “I thought I sent a sweet, beautiful girl on a date with a wealthy gentleman, who took her to a very exclusive restaurant, where she would not just impress his peers as. " he said and held out his hand for me to shake.I didn't even eye the hand before I shook it, no, I just shook it and told him my name."Wow! Cool! So you were always with that crowd?" I asked him. "I never missed a single Friday." Ian said to me with a smile. "Are you the only one that can change shape?" was my next question to Ian."Unfortunately, I am." Ian told me. Then he smirked again. "You know... this isn't the first time I was at your house." he told me. I wasn't scared nor shocked. "It.