He felt betrayed, by a world that claimed to cherish freedom, by his family and by his beliefs. All had turned their backs on him. She stroked his hai..., reminding him that one person could still care for a stranger. He looked up and once again tears clouded his vision. This time however they could not mask her beauty or grace. It was a natural beauty, full of life and promise, not like the pinup girls of centerfolds or the anorexia of runways. Her hair was unkempt, but stylish as it glowed in. "Hmmmm ... yes, they did tell me..." was her not so confident response. She looked down to her feet after she responded.I continued the conversation with "I know you've been to see the doctor ... and he speaks very highly about you". She looked up and smiled as I continued "You will be treated very well and paid well during your training. The girls told you that ... didn't they? They did recommend you to me, you know?"This time she looked me in the eye as she responded with "Yes ... I know what. "Ghita drew a sharp breath as my palms rested lightly on the small of her back and let it out softly as i began to rub up her spine, across both shoulders, then back to where i started from; repeating the circuit several times until her back glistened with a light sheen of oil. Her breathing became deep and regular as i concentrated on the nape of her neck, rolling both thumbs over the tangled knot of nerves there before sliding a hand down each of her arms that lay loosely by her torso. She. She moaned deeper. Out of the corner of my eye, I viewed Kathryn watching us. I felt a foot run up the inside of my right leg and trace up my thigh. I gave a quick glance to Kathryn who winked at me. She ran her foot from my ankle to my thigh, never quite reaching my crotch. I opened my legs slightly. I extended my left leg and gently caressed my foot against the inside Kathryn’s leg. She sighed as I reached her knee. Being taller, I was able to reach her crotch and began to gently flick my big.