"Becca," he starts, "I'm going to ask one time for your permission to be in control tonight. I can sense you want this, but I..."

"Granted," I interrupt him. "Get on with it... um, please." My legs are trembling.

"As you wish," he whispers, my insides dripping down my legs. "Kara," he says, "can you help me prepare our guest?"

"Of course," she replies, "here you go."

I hear some liquid squelching out, and immediately four slippery hands full of oily fingers are touching my body in ways I've never dreamed. They slip along my waist, my hips, my neck and down my back; up between my thighs with plenty...