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Colleen knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. She squirted some of the heated oil on her hands and rubbed them together. As before, she began with my feet, working the oil in soothing circles. Her thumbs kneaded my left sole and I exhaled a blissful sigh. Again, she massaged each toe, then moved her attentions to my ankle and instep. Colleen’s fingers glided over my achilles tendon and around the front to my shin. When she arrived at my calf, she applied deep pressure again, slowly rotating her thumbs until even the ghost of tension had fled the area. Spreading my open legs wider, Colleen climbed up on the bed between them. She leaned over and presented wet kisses and light strokes of her tongue on the backs of my knees. Back and forth she moved, until I was wriggling with pleasure.