Christina wasn’t sure what was going to happen to her, but she wasn’t going to complain, or ask any questions.

She knew better now.

She knew that she had nothing to say about anything.

She was there toy and their black mistress.

And she was about to be played with. She felt Laney take her hand away, but only for a second.

And then she felt the oil being squeezed out of the bottle and onto her lovely bottom…

It was cool and wonderful and made her feel so good…

It was running down the crack of her ass…

“Ohhhh…”

She couldn’t help it… it felt too good for her to resist…

She wanted to really let it go all over her… into her hot pussy and maybe cool her off…

And then, she nearly jumped out of her skin as she, felt the fingers working her up… making her feel so soft and so good…

She wasn’t sure…

She wasn’t sure what she was feeling…

And then…

Then, when she continued to work it out…

When she continued to feel Laney’s fingers working on her, she knew that she was just sinking into a state of genuine ecstasy…

“Ohhhh…so… good… so good… ohhh…”

Why couldn’t it be this way always?

She was a sexual animal and meant to be treated that way..

She knew that now…

Knew it and wished that she could stay that way…

More…

She wanted more of it…

And Laney was going to oblige her…

Laney was going to give her as much as she wanted…

Continuing to give it to her…

Continuing to let her have it…

Until she was opening moaning and sighing with it…

“Yes… baby… so good… it’s so good…”

Laney now had her completely covered with the oil, from head to foot and she was rubbing it in hard with her hands…

Really letting her have it…

And the more she rubbed it in, the better she felt.

The better she felt as she knew that Christina was moaning and sobbing, so softly… almost inaudibly, but nevertheless with the distinct cries of a woman in the throes of a deep sexual experience…