He was so disappointed I wouldn’t leave with him it nearly broke my heart. Nah, I was just amused. Last summer I would have bestowed on him the gift...of my company, not because he deserved it, but because it would have been fun and, why not. My Father was delighted I was having such a good time. He saw a possible match. He was so seriously deluded. When I returned to England, I reported in to Jeff. ‘I met Prince Charming at the ball.’ ‘How fortunate for you, and especially for him.’ ‘Why would I. It'll relax all of your muscles, not just some of them." Not only did a good soak sound good, but if Ian was right, the hot water might finally render my back painless. I looked to Katie for her input who said "Go ahead, I didn't bring a bathing suit." Ian was uncovering the spa and heard her. He responded by turning on the jets saying, "We don't need no stinkin' bathing suits," as he reached into his shorts with one hand and pulled them down with the other. His carefree hand not fully covering. He twined their fingers and whispered in her ear, “I’ve wanted this since the first time we had phone sex.” He felt the goose bumps rise on her arms. She sighed and leaned her head back to kiss him.His lips are so soft, she thought.Her lips are so full, he thought.She turned in his arms to deepen the kiss. He put his hands on her hips to lay her full against him as she began to unbutton her shirt. “I am dying to see your chest,” she breathed. When his shirt was open to the waist, she sat back. Marcus was arrogant enough to believe that he was safe from such treatments from me, well, perhaps he was, but then I didn't need to attempt to influence him. The girls did that for me, not only were his performances captured on film, but gradually he was trained and conditioned to concentrate on their pleasure, our pleasure actually, and, as ever, they were, very proficient. This gave me more time to devote to, and concentrate on, Paula Jacob's."Hi Paula! It's Cindy, I know, we haven't spoken.