You better obey, or there will be consequences. No questions. You will be able to ask questions afterwards, not now. When we ask you something, you an...wer. Straight and to the point. No smart-assing, you get me? You have the choice every time. Either you do what we tell you to, or we’ll make you do it. Have I made myself clear?” I looked at him. I felt so angry again. Who did they think they were? And what the fuck was I doing here? I wasn’t able to resist the way he stared into me, my eyes. I. He began kissing me, leaving a trail of kisses down my body, beginning at my mouth, then down my throat, he stayed a while at my breast playing with and arousing me. I couldnt believe how great it felt to have someone sucking my nipples. I was turned all the way on and wanted more of what he had to give. He then begins to kiss a path down my happy trail, I moaned in expectation of what was next. He parted my pussy lips and gave a soft kiss. He lifts the hood of my clitoris and moistens it with. ‘It took you all this time, all this effort to make even one decision, Betsy, and when you did make it? It didn’t matter. Someone else made a different decision, and you’re stuck with the results. For all the good it did you, you might as well have not even tried to think about what you wanted. You tired yourself out, wore yourself down trying to decide what you wanted, and you would have been so much happier if you’d just let me decide what you wanted for you.’ ‘But–but–but–‘ Betsy stammered. The masseuse dribbled oil on Frances’ back and shoulders and proceeded with his duty. Colin moved round to the end of the table to lean equally over her torso applying pressure and treatment where it mattered. Frances sighed inwardly at the sensations, relieving her tension.“If you don’t mind Mrs McDermot, I’ll lower the table a little, to reach over and down your back. It’s better if I do it all the same time?” She agreed, feeling herself going down maybe two or three centimetres, not a lot,.