I feel him moving my long legs wider apart and lifting each leg up high and outwards, then holding both legs and moving them up, out and around. My p***y lips become firmer and start opening and closing with the pressure. He keeps doing this for some time.
“Okay, that’s good, June,” he says, “now turn over on your back while I massage this special healing oil into your knees. To get the best results, I must massage it towards your heart by going to the very top of your legs.”
I notice he only slides his palms along my inner thighs, but I feel the heat working already.
“Ooh, I think it’s already working as that feels oh, really penetrating,” I sing.
“Best we slip you out of your skirt, young lady, so we don’t get it soiled,” he says. I helped him pull it down and over my feet to the fl
