"I'm sorry I touched your breast," he whispered to her unconscious form. "I didn't mean to." He sat back and felt the cloth. It was cooling. He dipped... it in the hot water, wrung it lightly, and wrapped the foot again. He used one hand to help trap the heat and stroked her ankle and calf with the other, whispering words of encouragement. He suddenly realized that his attempt at comfort could also be misconstrued as fondling and moved that hand to also help contain the heat of the cloth.He was. "You bet" I whispered, reaching out and holding her hand."Well, what do you want to do about it honey?"I smiled at her and licked my lips again, this time in an OTT way.She laughed. "Well hun, I can see just about everything you've got...and I like it too"I twisted around and opened my legs wide, so that my tiny bikini "V" barely covered my modesty. I can play the slut when I want too and I fancied corrupting this nice American mum. Meg's gaze was fixed on my flaps.So I stood up, looked around. That night she slept restlessly, her mind filled with images of herself being a cock slut, on her knees, on her back, her mouth and cunt buried in big cocks, she awoke to a crushing orgasm, with her fingers soaked from her own pussy, her nipples sore from the abuse she had u*********sly given them Confused, but satiated, she fell back into a deep sleep.The next week soon came around, although as each day passed she was feeling herself day by day getting frustrated with an emptiness she couldn’t. After I made her cum again, it just went on and on. For thenext hour she made me lick and suck every part of hermagnificent body. Satisfied that my “training” hadprogressed far enough, Tanya untied my hands. I was weak,too weak to resist her even with my hands free. Shecontinued making me worship her body, forcing me to tell heragain and again that I was her slave, her cunt-licking littleslave. And every time I showed the slightest spark ofresistance, or even hesitation to obey.