"Strip."

The word is out of your mouth before you realise it. It has been so long since you have been with a woman that you hadn't realised how **** you had become - and now this young beauty is throwing herself at you.

The young woman slowly gets up from massaging your dick and you wonder if, in your over-eagerness, you have offended. But she merely smiles and says:

"Why, of course Mr Doe. Whatever you command."

She then breaks into the most sensual dance that you have ever seen. She runs her fingers all over her body, lifting the hem of her gown just enough to give you hints at the treasures beneath. Her breasts swing hypnotically, the nipples pressing harder now against the white cotton of her gown. Her hair shimmers with a light all of its own. And her hand continues to stroke your cock towards its crisis as she dances from one corner of the room to another.

What!?

"How the hell do you do that?" you ask, incredulously, as you suddenly realise that her hand is nowhere near your cock and yet you can feel ice cold fingers sliding up and down its straining length.

She glides near and says, with a wicked smile:

"Trust me, my love. You really don't want to know how I do the things I do.

"It feels incredible," you gasp.

"Its nothing to what I could do," she smiles.