he grinned, he had a feeling she would not believe him.<strong>"oh but it is true, you see. the warm oil made her more sensitive where ever he applied it. The whole act started out sensual.. a relaxing massage to work the oil in.."</strong>he started, sitting down on the bed next to her, his hand trailing the feather along her clothed thigh for now.<strong>".. While she relaxed, she became less able to resist.. he mind started to betray her. when he worked it into her loins and bosom you could see her reaction changed noticeably.."</strong>now he placed the feather down, his hand pulling the dress up to expose an expanse of her thigh, there he let his finger trail over the skin ever so lightly.. a baby's breath between his fingertips and her skin.<strong>".. once she was restrained he took out the feather, and I watched as he proceed to stimulate those sensitive areas, bringing her to one soaking orgasm after the next.. each one came with greater ferocity and speed then the one before it.."</strong>his eyes watched her, watched her breathing.. watched her face for signs of arousal.<strong>".. before long you couldn't tell where one climax ended and another began. He even stopped for a moment to show that even just the promise of that feather could send her into another string.. she was sore, tired.. she just wanted it to stop. she promised him anything and everything"</strong>now his fingers slipped between her thighs, stroking the soft flesh between them and gently moving up to lay a fleeting caress to her womanhood.