As sweat beaded on his sculpted features, Sigmund quivered as those hands grazed his inner-thighs, every hair on his body standing on end. His muscles were taut, his nipples stiffened, teeth clenched, eyes shit, his toes pointed  skyward, it was everything he could do to prolong this miraculous feeling in the face of the inevitable! Kachina's trained eyes and body knew her skill had done this to him, brought him right to the edge of the first of many.