Narcissa" hands traced gently over my raw shoulders, applying copious amounts of gel to the excessively-heated zone. I sighed beneath her, keeping perfectly still as he worked her magic. I panted at the feeling of being laid out before her like this — vulnerable and helpless— a slave to her capable hands. A little further south of her careful attentions, I was becoming wetter than I had ever been before. Please, run your hands lower...