April had her eyes closed when he sat on the bed. She was wrapped up in thoughts of them rolling around in bed, savoring each other a day long. April felt his fingertips trail down her back, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He tried fm tickle her and she giggled, then swatted his hand away.<br/><br/>After a brief pause, the smell of the oil filled the air. She knew what was coming. His well oiled hands were on jer back, rubbing into her, slowly and deeply. His hands felt so good, he was sending electric waves through her at every spot he touched.  She sighed deeply as his hads worked over her . The back first, then down the leg, to the feet.<br/><br/>April curled her toes as he touched there. She liked to have her feet rubbed after a long day. Chris never did that, never rubbed her feet to make her feel better. April was sinking, and quickly. She was wet and ready, but she knew he would take it at his pace, and for now that pace was slow. She parted her legs a little as he continued to touch and massage her.  April was his willing "victim" and there was no going back, ever.