"Usha, flip over please."

"Usha, flip over please." Rick wasn't altogether happy that his voice had gotten a little raspy. He, not Usha, was supposed to be in charge of the situation. Still, he'd spent the past twenty minutes rubbing a naked woman and he was turned on.

"Of course." Usha's accent made her low, husky voice even more sexy to him.

She rolled over, exposing her perfect little body to his gaze.

Her breasts were small, but in proportion to her body they seemed larger. He'd shaved her pussy to a landing strip. No tan lines anywhere indicated that either she never went out in the sun and just had that natural tan coloration, or when she did go out, she did so naked. Rick hoped the latter was the case and let his imagination run with the idea for a moment while he pretended to busy himself with his oils.

He started at her feet, working up her calves and finally her thighs, kneading every sore point and pressing deep into the woman's surprisingly tight muscles. Skipping over her pussy area, he moved up to her waist, still relying on his senses to warn her where she was sensitive, where she needed tough.

His hands practically trembled when he got to her breasts.

She sighed as he grasped one breast in each hand, each making a sweet handful, and squeezed.

Her pussy was dripping now so he continued massaging her breasts, squeezing the firm mounds, then gently pinching the brown nipples until they stood in peaks.

Again, he took his time, relying both on his bio-DNA enhanced senses and some sixth sense to let him know when she was ready for more.

Except it didn't take a sixth sense.

"Well? Are you going to get to it?" Usha demanded.