That's when things get really interesting. They'd often squirm with indecision but always attempt to either touch or go down on me. I'd spurn their ad...ance and remind them of the 'no-touch' rule. If they only knew I intended them to slink away in frustration. I then pour a healthy dose of oil onto myself to discourage another attempt. It's only vegetable oil I've poured in a bowl, but they don't know that. It's safe, tasteless, and very slippery. A perfect lube if there ever was one. I'd smear. That first kiss was truly memorable, I do not remember enjoying something so simple before, but eventually we broke apart. Slowly, neither wanting that first intimate contact to end.“Heather?” I started to ask, but her finger stole into the gap and sealed my lips.“No questions” she looked deep into my eyes “you know me well enough not to ask.” She paused, then added “I believe you know what I want. What I need. I trust you to give that to me without asking any more questions.”Her eyes burned. After about twenty minutes we arrived at a large house set back from the road. Mistress Jane let me out and ordered me into the house, still dressed in my stockings and suspenders and high heels, she then led me upstairs and into a small bedroom. It looked ordinary enough with two large wardrobes on either side of a large cast iron style bed with metal railing type headboards at both ends. The room had an on suite bathroom and I was instructed to strip naked and wait while Mistress Jane. He brushed one finger over the lips with a light teasing touch. She screamed out another orgasm as her entire body shook.Glen was amazed at the sensitivity of her body. He ran his hands back up to her breasts. She continued to softly shudder under his touch. He wondered how long he could keep this up. He had never heard of this happening to a woman before. He lay down beside her and put an arm around her. She snuggled closer and sighed as her orgasms subsided.Glen held her gently for a long.