Give Susan's little sister a massage

You get up and stand behind Michelle. You tell her she looks tense and pull her hair to one side and begin rubbing her shoulders.

"John gives the best massages," Susan assures her sister, who's brain is too foggy from Slave4U to know how inappropriate your touching her is.

"Just relax," you tell Michelle, "Give yourself entirely over to me," you tell her. You continue the massage for a while until you feel that Michelle is putty in your hands.

"Let's lay you down so you can relax even more," you tell Michelle, who hazily agrees. You and Susan lead her to Susan's bedroom and you lay her down on her sister's bed.

"Do you have any massage oil?" you ask Susan.

She shakes her head, but then a thought flickers into her mind. "I have coconut oil," she offers up. You agree to it and she goes to grab it from the kitchen.

By the time Susan has come back with a bottle of coconut oil in mind you've already reached under Michelle's shirt and undone her bra. Michelle wanted to protest, but figured it was just her back.

The coconut oil was solid in the bottle, but as soon as it hit Michelle's warm back it melted.