He slipped off her high-heeled shoes and held one foot, his hand covering her nylon-clad toes.

"When I need to roll you over," he said, "I'll twist your foot. I'll try not to hurt you."

He twisted her foot. She was slow to respond and gave a little shriek from the stab of pain in her foot. Then she quickly turned over on her stomach.

"Bastard! That hurt!" Then she said, "No, it's my fault. I should've turned faster."

"I misjudged, Linda. I'm the one that's sorry. Again, I'll try not to hurt you. You'll get to like it. If you turn right away with the pressure, it won't hurt."

His hand was warm on her as he reached in the back of her dress and pulled the zipper all the way down to her hips. He grasped her foot and twisted. She flipped over on her back immediately before the stab of pain could return.

"Much better, Linda," he said. "You're learning fast."

He slipped the dress off her shoulders and pulled it down off her arms. When it was down below her waist, he grasped her by the hips and slowly rolled her onto her stomach. He slid the dress down and off her legs and tossed it on the chair. Taking her by the hips again, he rolled her over on her back.

He slid his hands up her legs and out onto her hips as he forced her slip up above her waist. Then he held her foot and flipped her over on her stomach, then climbed up on the bed over her and pushed one knee up between her legs, resting it firmly against her ass. With one arm slipped under her waist, he pulled her up on her knees with her head down on the pillow. He worked the slip up past her waist and over her tits so it was around her neck. Then he pulled her knees back so she was lying down again and then flipped her over on her back. It was a pleasant sensation to be handled so expertly.

"I liked that," she said, smiling.