A Treat III

Anyway, all this wasn't her worry because she wasn't gonna go anywhere with him! 

Joleen settled in her room, got comfortable, took a warm bath, changed into silky loose clothing, lay on her bed, and before she knew it, she was fast asleep. 

They had finally gone to the spa after all her rebelling. The most twisting plot of the whole escaped was that Dennis was the masseuse, he was the one to massage and ease all parts of her body and nerves.

Just like many of us, 'was Dennis a professional masseuse?' was the first question that popped into her mind.

She lay there, face down and still. Her body was a little too excited as she awaited for his firm hands to take charge.

Just after a minute or two, she felt his presence, his hands had gradually unwrapped the towel over her body. 

A quick chill now went through her body, realizing that her naked body was now in his face.

She then immediately felt a well scented oil poured on her body before his hands graced her skin.

A touch from him had her in pieces, his touches caused low moans to escape her voice box, and every pressure he released on her body relieved her.

His touches were firm, yet suiting. He was currently concentrated on her shoulders and back but only that was enough to have her thinking of so many other things this could birth.

The pressure he sent to her muscles increased and her audible moan was heard with each stride. 

His hands now gradually moved to her lower body, just by her waist. It's pressed on her waist slowly, gradually, and repeatedly as her body succumbed to his mission. She felt gravely relieved already, but there was something building inside her that needed that same relief.

"Turn around," she heard him command.

She hated taking commands, but at this point, she only wished he had commanded her way before now.

She heeds the instruction, turning around. She was completely undressed before him. She watched him as he reached for her tummy, slightly caressing it, before tracing his hands down, now towards her hidden treasure. His hands stopped just at the v of her honey pot. He abandoned his hands there, then moved closer to her face. The urge she felt was very well represented on her face. Their gaze locked, heart in correspondence, the two immediately and fiercely reached each other, devouring each other in steaming hot kisses.

With the other hand previously left on her lower body, he yanked her two legs apart and then she woke up from that sleep. 

She felt embarrassed even though she was the only one that just witnessed that. It was a dream and she was glad it was just a dream.

But the concerning matter was why was Dennis Wayne in her dreams?

The devil hunted dreams and so does Dennis Wayne!

Why did she dream of someone she despised in this manner?  

Was this voodoo or black magic? How she likes and hates the same person at the same time.