Chapter 11
Hands - large, strong hams for hands were touching Merle, adroitly massaging her sleek back from the shoulders down - kneading the svelte, marble-like flesh. The adroit fingers seemed to penetrate the very flesh, itself:
Mike Forrester could turn her into a melted mass of jelly by doing this for fore-play, she reflected, him, having been a professional masseur at one time in his illustrious career.
Her persisted tenaciously, massaging her entire sleek spine, the tapered thighs of her legs, and the streamlined, curvaceous calves.
"Oh, oh, oh-hhh!" Merle convulsed and moaned, softly but tremulously.
Oh, but wow, that was good, she affirmed inwardly, with a distinct feeling of elation:
It was fine, wonderful and really great!
Now she was happy she had decided not to use a
