All body hair disappeared, except for a patch at his groin. He felt a_stretching_ on his chest as his nipples rose, pushed out by smallmounds, breast...s that swelled to a pretty, perky 32 B. His arms wereslender, supple. His fingers now thinner, bit longer, too. Whenthere'd been time - like on Jeff's island -- they might be manicured andpainted.His waist narrowed as his hips swelled out to the inverted heart-shapeof a young female. He felt himself grow hard, but then there was thedelight -. I moaned quietly, hoping she wouldn’t hear as I leaned into the wall, shoving as much of my cock through the hole as possible. “Should I suck it, sir?” she asked as she stroked my cock from the base to the head and back down, over and over. “Mmmm yes you should, but, pay attention to the balls too”, I managed to say it in, what I hope was, as stern voice. I know she said she had a master, so I was hoping she wouldn’t take offense to me taking some control of the situation. “Mmmm of course not,. My wife had enjoyed the massage so much she didn’t even try to stop him at all. He ran his hands all over ass and her upper legs for the next several minutes. A few of the times he let his hand gently graze against her very swollen pussy. Her body would jerked every time his hand got close to her pussy.Things were moving along in a favorable way as he began to massage his way back down to her feet. As he worked on her tender feet again he decided it was time to make his move. He dropped his. I asked Chelsea "is it OK if we feel your scar?". Chelsea didn't say anything she just nodded her head with a grin.I slowly felt her scar and watched as Michael followed suit. I then gave Michael a devilish smile and slowly started rubbing her nipples with my hand, and then her full boob. Michael noticed that Chelsea didn't say anything, so he followed in my footsteps and played with her tits as well. Chelsea had her head pulled back, but I could tell she was getting increasingly turned on....