Dropping to my knees. I move down to the back of your legs. Going up and down and around them slowly, creating friction and warmth. Each time gently brushing your sex. Once I finish, I place a silk robe around your body. Taking you to the vanity, I pour you a glass of red wine as you sit. Then begin to towel dry your long dark hair.

   With your hair still damp I reach for a beautiful silver hair brush. Taking long even strokes, making sure to watch out for tangles. As I work your hair cascades down like strands of fine silk, light shimmering off each one. As I finish you arise and walk into the bed room. There is lush white carpet, a large Louis XIII oak bed, a roaring fire, and scented candles placed around the room. The sheets are the finest white satin. You slowly slide the robe off your shoulders and it falls to the floor.

   You lie down and close your eyes. You can feel the warmth of the fire on your face. I begin to give you a massage, you can feel the hot oil on my hands and smell its scent in the air. Rubbing deeply into your back and shoulders, following your spine down and than back up to the base of your neck. Brushing your hair aside , I place a baby kiss at the nape. Once again slowly traversing down your body, this time paying special attention to your ass. Rubbing each cheek deeply, my fingers working their magic, stealing away all tension and frustration. Proceeding to you calves and then your feet, taking each one in my hands and working them softly. Taking each toe in my mouth and gently sucking; swirling my tongue around them.

   As I finish my prostrations to your feet, I roll you onto your back. Starting at you ankles, I run my hands outside, up to the top of you legs and back down before starting again, this time inside, gently parting your thighs as I go, stopping just shy of you labia. Now leaning over, my hot breath on your sex, I lower my tongue into you. Taking wide lapping strokes, starting from the middle and ending with your clit between my tongue and my upper lip, placing pressure. Your back arches and your hands claw out at the sheets.

   Despite your indications to increase my speed, I remain steady paced. not teasing, but building like the crescendo of a powerful symphony. My goatee brushing the lower areas of your sex, tickling, tingling, my tongue swirling around your clit. making small circles, every now and then sucking gently and caressing it with my teeth. Now moving down and going deep with my tongue; my hand comes up and gently rubs your clit, my goatee driving you crazy. Your juices flowing like sweet nectar, my mouth catching every precious drop, bobbing my head up and down as the pace increases, your hand moves to the back of my head pushing, grabbing my hair pulling.

   My tongue moves at a frenzy, your pleasure building, my goatee just adding to the sensation, faster and faster, now pulling you towards me with my hands, you bucking against my face, driving me deeper, thrusting my tongue, the bridge of my nose crashing against your clit like the surf, your entire body spasming, you cum, your juices gushing. As I pull back you drift off into a blissful sleep....