"Just a little I guess." After that I simply relaxed and didn't feel like saying anything.And neither did Patricia. Her massage techniques were master...ful. The time passed quietly, Patricia occasionally humming songs as she worked. I felt her hands slowly work their magic, kneading and relaxing the muscles in my back and upper arms. It felt absolutely delightful. I began to drift, acutely aware of how wonderful her hands felt and of nothing else. My thoughts turned to Melanie. And the time. Tony decided it was none of his business.“He is upstairs. You want me fetch him?” she asked hopefully.“No Inés, please sit down here.”She sat, obviously afraid of what would come.“Don’t worry, Inés. Nothing is amiss. I have good news for you. Miss Wilson has agreed to accept you as an apprentice in her tailor’s shop. Tomorrow, I shall bring you to see her. She has a room for you, so you can live with her.”Inés smiled, obviously relieved.“Miss Wilson is nice woman. I like work for her.”“We shall. D.S.M. community for over a decade. We are used to playing with others in this world which does not include sex. BDSM is a tactile game of touch, feel, and emotional paring.In addition, we have been couples-swingers for quite a long time as well, so the idea of swapping partners is not new to us.In the passing of time, I had observed that my husband’s greatest enjoyment was watching me, with whomsoever my sex partner was, as we engaged in sex play as swingers. His participation with the female. My hard cock poking against her short little jean skirt.. She was wearing a white crop top leaving her flat toned belly exposed. Her firm, hard 32 C cup tits mashed against my chest. When the kiss ended I told her she had no idea what a pervert I was. Guiding her up the stairs ahead of me. Admired the cute little cheeks of her bare ass beneath her short skirt."OMG, OMG!" Jenna squealed as we went into the walk in closet and she seen the photos. "I can't believe this!" she said kneeling down.