Penelope sighs as Tamar dries her ... leads her to the soft grass of the garden ... massages her with warm, soothing oils.<br/><br/>She needs no encouraging to relax, her muscles automatically responding my losing their tensions under Tamar's gentle but firm touch, and the kiss of the warming, aromatic oils.<br/><br/>She moans very softly as Tamar's lips touch her cheek and neck.  In her young life, Penelope has never been pampered in this manner before, and she drinks it in.<br/><br/>Tamar's touch on her rear makes Penelope shudder in pleasure, anticipating her hands on other, more sensitive, parts of her skin ....