More panting and Thomas starts circling her breasts

As Thomas's hands continued their hypnotic journey, Jane's breathing grew heavier with each stroke down to the swell of her breasts. Her eyes remained closed, a part of her afraid that opening them would shatter the delicate cocoon of sensation that had enveloped her.

Amidst the onslaught of emotions, her thoughts turned to John once again. She couldn't help but wonder whether Emily's touch was eliciting similar responses from him. Her rational mind reassured her that John loved her, that he wouldn't betray their bond. But desire was an insistent whisper, coaxing her to entertain the possibility, to imagine a scenario where her own actions were mirrored in John's.

With a conflict raging within her, Jane found herself caught in a vortex of temptation and loyalty. The throes of desire painted vivid pictures in her mind, visions of Emily's hand wrapped around John's throbbing cock.

The powerful imagery propelled her to respond in ways she didn't entirely understand. An involuntary urge rose within her, and she began pushing her chest up ever so slightly every time Thomas's hands reached the swell of her breasts. It was a subtle movement, a silent plea, a subliminal invitation for him to explore further, to embrace his own desires that she imagined he must surely harbour.

Each stroke seemed to be a step deeper into uncharted territory, a path paved with want and uncertainty. Her body yearned for his touch, her mind teased by the forbidden allure of it all. The relentless rhythm of Thomas's hands traced intricate patterns, his touch igniting a firestorm of sensations within her.

Slowly, stroke by stroke, Jane felt Thomas's hands venture further, occasionally crossing the threshold of the familiar and sliding across the undersides of her breasts. Unsure of his intent, her heart pounded, the echo of her desires ringing in her ears. This could just be part of the massage, Jane thought, though her desires tried telling her otherwise.