Time to turn around

Groggily, you spin yourself over.

You look up at her, and notice she has removed her white blazer and is now wearing a baby doll deep v t-shirt over her skirt. It is the first real look you get of her figure, and you have to admit, it is more than fine. Those pretty feet not only hold up some perfectly tanned legs, but her shirt is straining to hold in what looked to be at least a set of D cups. The t-shirt perfectly complements her figure, accentuating her breasts, making them look enormous, full and round. They sit very perkily, high up on her chest. At first you think "implants" but this would be a first since you arrived on the island an you can tell from the way they sway as she moves they are likely to be very real.

Trying not to focus on her, you look away. This of course leaves you to watched the images on the ceiling, your gaze flitting from one scene to the next. You want to close your eyes to relax but you are not yet ready to ignore the spectacle. Spurting cocks, cunts gushing fountains, bouncing breasts, swollen clits, the gard slap of a flat hand on a buttock!

She smiles at you...better to close your eyes....Devina then reaches over and pours herself a fresh handful of oil....you close your eyes.

You feel that she takes and folds the end of the towel upward, exposing most of your legs, almost to the top of your thighs. She leans in over you and places a hand on each thigh, just above the knee, thumbs towards the inside, fingers facing out. Her thumbs digs in to the insides of your thighs as her fingers work the tops. She works up your legs slowly, moving up slowly, but moving up, nonetheless.

You feel her reach the edge of the towel, which is where you figure she'll stop, but she slides her hands underneath, and keeps working upward. Within a second, her hands are more or less cupped around your balls, and she digs her thumbs up into the area right underneath them and pushes in, rubbing the area over and over in a circular motion. The pressure is intense, almost painful, yet feels great at the same time, just like it had when she'd done the same thing on the other side.

She stops, stands up straight, and rubs her nose with the back of her hand. "Ok, um, for this next part, I need to go a little higher. Is that ok?"

You are feeling so good you don't immediately comprehend what she is asking. "Higher?"

She smiles and wrings her hands a bit. "Yeah, um-" She shrugs. "I am going to rub your balls a bit. Is that ok?"

What can you say? Of course you want her to, but this has to be crossing the line, right? "Well, it's ok, it's just, that area, is, a little, uh, familiar, you know?"

"I know. It's just that you've got a ton of stress down there, and I'm trying to work it all the way out. But if you're not comfortable with that, we can skip that area."

"I'm comfortable with it, it's just, does that area qualify as 'just another body part'?"

She nodded. "Sure it does. Remember, it's all just muscle, that's all a massage is, just relieving muscle tension. It's like going to the doctor."

If she had been coming at this a different way, You would have declared it a sexfight. But there is nothing sexual about her approach. She really, sincerely seems to be coming at it from a strictly professional point of view. So you relent.

"All right."

"All right?" she asks.

"Yeah, I'm ok with it."

"Good. I promise I'll be gentle."

She reaches up under the towel, and not sure what to expect.... she still manages to surprise you.