Jo May has called on her masseuse Frankie to give her a restful oil massage. Soon Jo-May is writhing pleasurably under Frankie's expert fingers until the moment that Frankie has been waiting for - that magic moment when, almost submissively, Jo-May spreads her legs in a movement that seems to say 'I'm yours'! Frankie responds instantly, dropping her pants and, tantalisingly, her bra, which she never quite removes. Then things start to get really physical; tongues work with growing urgency and the most intimate parts of bodies intertwine as both women seek to achieve the ecstasy of orgasm. They succeed.

Silver has told us that she hates human hair in any shape or form and as a result she makes a stunning contrast to the raven-haired Monica. But whatever her hang-ups may be, they are certainly not sexual. In seconds she and her opponent are locked together in a wild kiss, and things go on from there to the only conclusion to be expected from two such uninhibited young woman.