Katherine could not help but become entranced with the scene unfolding before her between the exotic female creature and the kitsume attendant. The slow disrobing of the woman, the sensuous movements of the kitsumes tails. Almost like the snake charmers of the southern kingdoms of Chatham. Katherine was unsure which one of the exotic creatures was enjoying the dance more; the kitsume or the exotic woman. What surprised Katherine even more was she herself was not unaffected by what was going on<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and tried her best to not think about about the woman’s hands touching her own breasts while washing and the kitsumes own hands wandering down her back and across the woman’s curvaceous backside. She wanted to know their names, but didn’t want to appear to be eavesdropping.<br/><br/>What was clear was the scent of the room began to change. At first it was the scented flowers of rose and lavender, the  scent of sandalwood and Myrr. Now her keen sense of smell, detected Something new, something sensual.<br/><br/>She was only 19 and Katherine was still a virgin. Her husband had chosen her for an alliance and not a bed partner. That scent that wafted from the massage 5 feet away was the same as.....she could not resist.... her right hand slid down her belly and parted the folds of her sex. Her eyes remained closed and she knew she should stop, but Katherine felt compelled to push her fingers in deeper. What was really scary was that something else began to happen that she discovered on her eighteenth birthday. That when she touches herself, her clit not only became engorged, but longer and fatter. She had always been scared to keep going, but the intoxicating scent in the room egged her on. Her right hand plunged into her tightness and her left, stroked her new found member. In her mind she saw the kitsume and the woman watching and maybe more.  She wasnt sure why, but she heard herself cry out...help me!!!