Her hand moves upand down slowly and and after years of expectation, your body releasesyou from exile with a surprised "oh my god." Oh" she giggles sw...eetly "not to worry let's clean you up and slip onsomething sexy" She carefully unbuttons your shirt, unbuckles yourtrousers pulling them down and pushing you gentley back onto the purewhite duvet. She slips your socks and trousers off and finally removesyour soaked boxers, throwing them into the corner of the room. Shestraddles the now naked. Her client was lying face down on the mattress, resting his head on his arms, a folded towel over his muscular buttocks. Quietly, she struck a match and lit an incense stick in a holder on the bureau, and then pushed a button on the CD player. The music was quiet, pentatonic, twangy: a Japanese stringed instrument known as a koto. She took a bottle of massage oil from the window sill where it had been warming in the suns rays, and approached her customer, kneeling between his parted legs and. "There is just one thing I need to know Maggie. Just who are you, and what have you done with my little girl? Your stunning Maggie. Absolutely young, hot, and oh, so fuckable." Oh Daddy!" Maggie giggled again. "Your just saying that. Now give me my drink. I believe you and I have a wager we need to work on don't we?" Taking the small glass from the table top, Maggie lifted it and swallowed about half of it in one big gulp. "Not too bad Daddy. I do believe your going to lose our bet though." Bob. Her eyes had shifted again, thedeep green now looking him over intently over. The anger vanished underher gaze, leaving him with just an acute awareness of who he had beenscreaming at, and what she could do to him with the sword at her hip. Hetried to step backward, only to slam against one of the ballroom'swalls. He'd been maneuvered; trapped. His chest began to heave as hisbreath quickened.The princess placed one arm against the wall, lightly grazing hisbreasts with it. She leaned in, until.