Her hands are soft but strong, gentle but purposeful. The warm oil, the music, the lighting, her massaging hands relieving my tense muscles all contribute to an incredible "zen" feeling....I'm here, but not here, laying on the warm soft table, but somehow floating above it in space.

Her hands are sliding down my back, pressing, stretching, massaging the warm oil into my skin. Then further down, along my buttocks, again pressing, massaging, then down the backs of my thighs. Then back upwards, along my inner thighs. I'm much more sensitive there. Her fingers make me tingle...and not just along my thighs. All the way up to... My breathing becomes heavier, but still I lay motionless.

"Spread your legs, Margo" she says quietly, but I don't move. I'm unable to move, as if in a trance. Slowly she takes each ankle and spreads it outwards. Then her warm, oily hands continue again along my back thighs. She spreads my cheeks as she massages me, and I feel her thumb slide along my anus. Accidentally? Purposefully? But then it continues to rub gently against my most private part, and I know it is no accident. I tense up a bit, though in my nirvana state it isn't much. I hold my breath.

"Relax, Margo. Let yourself go" she says gently, and it is if I'm hypnotized to obey her commands. I let out my breath and relax. "Very good girl, Margo" she says, and I relish her praise. I relax more. I feel her spread my cheeks wider now, but I don't care. I know she can see me, all of me, my most private parts. My anus, even my labia which I can feel is warm, swollen and wet. I can smell my own arousal, and I'm sure she can as well. There's no hiding it.

"That's it" she says, sliding her oily thumb up into my rectum. She says it so gently, and slides it in so gently. I gasp, "Ohh" but that's all I say. No resistance. And as she slides her thick thumb up further into my ass I moan and even try to spread my thighs wider, inviting her further in, which she takes. Then she slowly moves her thumb in and out and I can't help myself, groaning, trembling "Ahhhh." My feet rise up on my toes as I try to stretch and rock forward and back to her intruding thumb. Then her other four fingers on her hand slide forward over the top of my pussy at the same time. She just covers my pussy with her hand, that's all. I'm shaved, so she can feel all of me, how swollen I am, how dripping wet I am. But she doesn't move her hand at all, other than her thumb twirling inside of my ass. It frustrates me, and so I begin to press down on her hand, rubbing my pussy lips against it.

"That's right, Margo" she says gently. "That's a good girl. That's what you need, isn't it?" I can't answer her, but we both know that she is correct. That I like...no need...what she is doing, fingering my asshole and my pussy at the same time. Every time she pushes her thumb into my ass further, I push my pussy down against her hand. I'm almost growling now, "Grrrr!" as I get closer to my orgasm. It probably looks like I'm doing pushups on the massage table with my ass high in the air one minute, and then slamming down onto her hand while I squeeze my thighs tight to hold her thumb in my ass.

"Do you want to cum, Margo?" she teases me. The only response I can emit is another low growl "GRRRR!YYYEEESSS!. And with that she plunges her fingers into my dripping wet vagina, rubbing against my erect clit, in and out, in and out, meeting her thumb somewhere deep inside of me until I cum in a loud anguishing cry "AAAHHHHHHHH!" and flop down on the table, spent, my legs still splayed wide, my anus and vagina wide open, her hands and fingers still deep inside of me.

"That's a good girl, Margo" she says. "See. I told you I could take care of your every need, didn't I?"