“Look, I’m just giving you a rub. A massage. Did you know I’m a licensed masseuse?”“No,” Taylor replied. “No, I didn’t.”“Yep. That...��s why I’m on the Dreamfinder. I give massages all day long,” I lied.“Are you going to charge me for this?” Taylor said with a snicker.“Of course not! That would be unprofessional. Anyways, I don't have my table, or the essential oils I use.” I started squeezing her ass again, this time I put more force into it, applied more pressure, rubbed my finger tips deeper. “Put his helmet back on him, or he’ll lose his eyes,” she muttered. One of her comrades dropped it unceremoniously onto his head, Cooper blinking through his faceplate, now cracked. He had expected to be traveling in a column with other vehicles, but the APC was alone save for a single technical that must be their escort. The Rask who was manning the gun on the back watched him as he was led around the troop carrier, their destination coming into sight.They had parked in the shadow of a truly. I pulled in to the poolside parking lot and sat in my car with my dick out waiting for some white pussy to walk by to flash. My dick was starting to stand up from me stroking thinking about the naughty freaky nature of what i was scheming to do. And then from around the building, well what do you know, a white 50 year old mature dope smoker! She came around the corner rather swiftly and straight to my car by surprise but to my liking. She leaned up to my passenger window as i was stroking my. Was it a vision? Could it possibly mean that David was hurt? But as soon as she thought it, she knew that wasn't the case. Somehow she knew that David was unharmed, wherever he was.She got up and went into the bathroom. She lifted the seat, took her dick in hand and let the urine flow. When the flow reduced to a trickle then ceased, she shook it off, and flushed the toilet. She had a brief urge to use some toilet paper to wipe her crotch, but shook it off. A dick didn't need to be wiped.She.