All Chapters of TRUST ME: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

She felt him move the thin leather strap aside, the warm moisture running down the crack, causing her to giggle and squirm as it tickled closer to her anus. His fingers were there to prevent it from dripping any further, massaging and caressing the small opening to her rectum. She drew a deep breath and forced herself to relax, moaning again when he slipped a long finger carefully inside. Sandra felt dizzy lying across the pillows. It was an odd position, but it was very comfortable with all of them beneath her. The strange tingling began again, followed by the pressure as he slid another finger inside her, thrusting in and out of her very slowly. Her backside began relaxing, unaware that she had tightened her muscles against his touch. He moved his free hand up her bottom and massaged her cheeks as he slid a third finger into her rectum, causing her to gasp. “Easy my love,” he told her, stroking and thrusting inside her until she relaxed again. She felt the warmth of his penis as t

Creighton pulled the car to a halt on a rather busy street and stopped the engine. Sandra glanced around at the surroundings while waiting for him to walk to her side of the car and open her door. The street was filled with refurbished old buildings and shops. A large cathedral loomed over the tops of the buildings, appearing like a guardian among the masses. They walked up to the front of a quaint old building with an orange sign that read Chateau Café. Like usual, Creighton spoke French to the young man who greeted them and was led to a table near the front window. Sandra sat down and looked at the many paintings and pictures hanging on the walls.“They have a buffet set up, unless you want something different,” he told her, and she smiled. “That sounds fine.” He placed the order with the man who nodded and said something in French back.“When we have more time, I would love to show you the sights. Versailles is very beautiful and full of history. You would find it quite romantic.

Creighton was at her side a few moments later, silently walking next to her. She wanted to beat on him, she wanted to kick him and scream at him, but she didn’t know where to start. He was right, she didn’t like confrontations, but she didn’t like her family being insulted, either.“Are you angry at me for what I said, or because, deep down, you know I’m right?” Sandra stopped and turned to him; her eyes wide as she stared at the firm set expression on his handsome face. She tried to speak, but words would not come. She just stood there with her mouth opening and shutting like a fish.“I didn’t mean to upset you, but it upsets me when you belittle yourself because your sister wouldn’t like something you want to do.”“She does not belittle me, and she is very encouraging,” she finally found herself saying, but in a tone much less convincing than she would have preferred.“Really? Then tell me five things you want to do, really want to do, and don’t think about what your sister would s

Sandra lay at a reclined position on the table across a large pink sheet that covered the layer of leather. She was completely naked beneath a second sheet, feeling very awkward and slightly embarrassed as Creighton sat sprawled out across the chaise lounge, watching.Rochelle applied a thick layer of deep conditioner to Sandra’s long hair, massaging it into the strands and wrapping it securely inside a warm turban, then turned and sat next to Creighton on the chaise lounge. A young woman with shoulder length red hair named Brie, massaged Sandra’s shoulders and neck. Her nerves soon relaxed, her anxiety soothed away, leaving her feeling very pampered and so at ease that she nearly drifted off to sleep. The sounds of birds and wind chimes echoed softly from the speakers and Sandra sighed. The veil of slumber floated down upon her, but she woke full when she heard Rochelle ask the man exactly what he wanted done with his fiancée. “Ready?” Rochelle asked after Brie left, folding the she

By the time he had finished, Sandra’s skin was numb and hot. She was exhausted from the experience and ready to run and hide from embarrassment. Creighton rubbed an oily substance across her entire pubic area, being assured by Rochelle that this would prohibit the hair from growing back a few days longer, then told Sandra to roll to her stomach so they could finish her legs and her backdoor. “You mean you wax her arse as well?” Creighton asked boldly once Sandra was lying on her stomach; the restraint around her waist repositioned and her hands holding onto a set of bars under the table.“Absolutely,” Rochelle insisted. “Full, hairless and smooth. That’s the goal.”Half an hour later Sandra was sitting on the chaise next to Creighton, having had her legs and all her private parts waxed and oiled to perfection.“I’m very proud of you,” he told her, sipping on the white wine Rochelle’s assistant brought to them. “I never knew how intense something like this was.”“And to think our sist