My name was Mistë, not Mintë. The words were similar but so very far apart. Mistë meant the beauty of falling rain. It was a noble, graceful name, ...full of nature's wonder. Mintë meant small woman. Small. And applied to me it could only mean one thing. The blush reached my tiny breasts and seemed to intensify there."You have been gone from home for simply too long, cousin dear," she said. "We worry about you."Footsteps came up behind me and a hand closed on my shoulder. I looked back. It was. “What?” “Yea. It vibrates and sooths sore muscle.”I laughed at him and said, “Sure it will,” real sarcastically.As Dwayne hook it up he was telling me how well it work on feet and asked, “Can I show you?”I told him, “Yes you can,” so he took my foot and pulled it towards him. This part my legs slightly. He started to work it all over my foot and to tell you the truth it did feel good and did work. But as he worked Dwayne kept peeking up my skirt. Then I notice that as he was doing my foot he. We picked up our luggage and slithered out into the hall. There wasa young kitsune girl there; she bowed to us and said: "I am Michiko.Her Highness asked me to show you to your room, when you were finished..." Lead on," I said.She led us down a couple of hallways to a large bedroom, with a bedlarge enough for three or four humans or at least two naga, as well asa couple of low sofas and a lot of cushions along the floor next to acouple of low tables. There was an open archway to another. I kept alternating her both breast for a long time and then asked her to remove her cloth so that I can feel the raw skin. She came out from the bed and removed her maxi and turned back and removed her bra. Now she was just in her panty and as the light was dim, I could not really see anything. She immediately came and slept straight near me. I touched her soft breast, nipples and felt it thoroughly. As my hormone level increased, I fully explored her breasts in various positions, fondled it,.