Chapter 92: Pregnant

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"Lie down." He ordered and Diana sat down on the bed and looked at what was coming out of the black bag.

"On your stomach," Derek said. He was holding a bottle and tilting the contents of the bottle into his cupped hand.

Diana lay down on her stomach and while Derek applied the liquid where the marks of the stays reddened the flesh.

"Ow," Diana cried. "It stings!"

"This is an astringent, the first thing is to restore circulation," Derek explained as he rubbed Diana's back and buttocks and thighs.

Diana was squirming and her flesh cringing with each application. She buried her face in the pillow to smother her cries.

"I know, I know," Derek said. "This will hurt a little as well as it will help."

Under Derek's vigorous touch, Diana's flesh seemed to spring into its fullest conformations. She was shivering now and her buttocks were clenched against the invigorating chill of the astringent.

Her legs squeezed together. Derek now took from the bag a bottle of massage oil and