From the skillful caresses of Longerin, the pleasure of sweet molasses spread throughout the body, reaching right up to the tips of the toes. All his light strokes, rubbing and even velvet kisses on the neck, back, legs and arms were so pleasant and relaxing that I again, like during the first massage, wanted to meow.

I felt how he restrained himself so as not to cross the line, and was surprised at how confidently he controlled my body, not leading to sexual arousal and at the same time plunging me into complete euphoria.

It was as if he was giving orders to my invisible goosebumps, and they obeyed him,...