Starved Beast. Part 22

"My father sat in his chair and I was led to the bath. He invited me to undress because he said I was going to be bathed in perfumed oil." Christine continued swaying seductively with animal rhythm.

"It was good oil - I hope you understand, monsieur - the best, especially imported from the East. I was shy at first, a virgin and confused by the reactions of my body - and my father was watching from his seat - but the maid rubbed the oil into my flesh. She rubbed it into my breasts and deep into each of my holes. She pulled open the lips of my womanhood and rubbed it beneath them, and all the while, my father was watching. He watched from his chair and he enjoyed me, the hardening of my nipples and the swelling of my pussy lips. Are you appreciating this, monsieur? Are you listening? You seem a little warm!"

She glanced at me enticingly, rolling her hands beneath her shirt and across the front of her breasts.

"A towel was then laid across the floor next to the bath