Then I looked her. As if understanding what I meant, she slowly moved her arm away from across her breasts. I took the towel and put it on one of her ...breasts with one hand while I lifted her other arm with the other hand. I started wiping her breasts from below, one at a time.As I moved my hand on the first breast from below I applied some pressure to wipe properly. I could see goose bumps all over her body as I pressed. Her breast was soft yet firm. I had the yearning to touch it but I knew I. The humiliation is delicious and terrifying at the same time. He likes me in soft sensuous things and I love to feel them against my smooth skin. I have some lovely silk panties and bras. He insists I wear stockings all the time. He has a 'soft sweater' thing; he took me a sweater shop in London and I spent a fortune on cashmere polo necks and turtlenecks and cardigan sets so, "You are soft and nice for me to touch?"I nearly died with shame when the middle-aged saleswoman in the shop realised. "And a very comforting lap it is, I must say. She's going to be a good Momma too someday."Steve smiled, and said, "It's nice to know you're all getting along so well. When I called, Anna told me she had a surprise for me, so I'd better go see what it is. We should be out in time for dinner."As Steve turned to leave, he noticed Linda looking a bit distressed, but decided to wait until later to talk to her. He suspected he knew what her problem was, and he didn't want to make it worse by drawing. "I have a little bit the favor of Goddess."Smoothing off an area as large as might be covered by the palms of her two hands, she removed a small amulet from a thong around her neck. Holding it reverently with both hands, she placed it in the center of the smooth dirt. Then, sitting crosslegged with her eyes partly closed, she gazed blankly down at it.Her breathing gradually grew slower and deeper, her gaze more intent. Before their unbelieving eyes, the tiny talisman rose slowly into the air..