Lalita pours some of the vanilla-scented oil into her hands and places her hands on Faridah's shoulders, massaging any tension out of them with inexpert but careful strokes.  After a few moments, she starts talking in a soft, wistful tone.<br/><br/>"Perhaps Mistress will allow us to touch each other for her amusement.  I would like that...very much.  She enjoys watching us almost as much as she enjoys our attentions personally."<br/><br/>She straddles the low table carefully and bends down until her breasts are brushing Faridah's back, stiff nipples slipping along firm flesh.<br/><br/>"Would you take me, if she ordered it?"