Sir or Jonathan walked behind me. He pushed me forward. I slumped onto the bed and sir manipulated my stockinged legs and gloved hands so I was sprea... eagled face down. Sirs hands clasped around my ankles then moved up the back of my legs. I could feel his fingers as they moved up my thighs the backs of my skirts lifting as moved forward. His hands were now firmly kneading my bottom the lifted skirts now exposing my lace trimmed French knickers. I felt his fingers push them to one side and. Each one took to their task until it was done, finally Mr. Covington walked back into the living room where his wife was nursing Cheyenne."Was it something the boy did?" He asked."I don't think so... she must just have the formula... it probably gave her a tummy ache." She kissed the small round head as her daughter nursed."Well, we do have one problem... her mattress is soaked." He knelt beside his little daughter and kissed her cheek."How soaked?" Mrs. Covington asked her husband."She got it. My tour guide said someone must evaluate me before I’m permitted to lift weights because I am under eighteen. You looked very busy. I decided to move the equipment while I waited to keep me from being bored and reduce the time I had to wait.”“Huh? What did you say? You moved the equipment by yourself?” he asked. “That isn’t possible. Some machines weight upwards of half a ton.”I didn’t want to bother arguing. I went to one of the combination machines, found some lift points that let me get it. The same guy I had awesome sex with a couple of days back. Twas a steamy Saturday. And it felt really, really good. I would've considered it a perfect day if only we were a couple; if it weren't for the wedding ring on his finger. Earth to Jess. As I hurried off to work, my phone rang. It was my boss."Meet me downtown. I'm introducing you to one of our long-time clients. You will be taking over this account from now on because Hannah is leaving," said my boss. Perfect. More work means less time.