Chapter 3

The touch of her silky stomach brought a convulsion through my body. “Concentrate, until you’re done. Don’t touch this,” she purposely patted Sophie’s pussy. My mouth was parched and my chest constricted. I was having difficulty breathing. I wanted to bury my head in her abs and smell the musky odor of her pussy. But Katy urged me to move to her breasts. My eager hands grabbed each one and almost crushed them in my haste.

“Be gentle. The breasts’ pain receptors are ultra- sensitive,” she lectured. “Some men don’t know that our tits should be treated like fragile objects. Too much pressure is not pleasurable.”

She released my hand and rummaged in the drawer. She held a feather in her hand and when she came back. She ran the feather lightly on my arms. “This is how you should massage her breasts light and feathery.”

I imitated the caressing action of the feather on my skin and massaged her breasts lightly, stroking them gently. Her nipples grew taut under my persistent massaging. They