She rested her neck in the crook of his arm. He pecked her on the cheek. She rolled on her side to face him and he kissed her again on the lips. ‘Th...t step went well’, he whispered and, turning his head away to slip off to sleep. Angelina moved her free arm and cradled his deflated cock in her hand. She held it with a tranquil stillness, quietly ready to act on whatever Ned’s next step required. She wanted Ned to report favorably on her progress. She dozed off. ———————————————- Ned woke with. All instrument tracks were to be recorded at Flyblown's small studio. There was a drum cubicle for Karen, but, otherwise, everyone was falling over each other.The boys at Flyblown liked to work fast with a minimum of takes. Perfection wasn't in their dictionary, but they wanted the 'essence and character' of the music to come through and thought that too many takes 'wears the immediacy out.'Mick picked the tunes out on an acoustic for Karen to drum to. Mick and Michelle then laid on the bass. Grabbing her shoulders, he pushed deeper, sliding inside, lubricated by the juices she brought forth from her body. Her moans grew louder, deeper. The blue orbs lost focus, glazing over, her mouth hanging open, whines hissing from her throat in deep animalistic pleasure. He thrust harder. She gasped, her legs clenched around him, the sheets of the bed bunched in her hands, she gritted her teeth, crying.“Fuck me daddy – fuck yes!”Her back arched, and electricity ran through her body as a scream. Once at the top of my legs, they whisked the towel away and started on my bottom.Beth was teaching Jules all her best techniques and pointed out that sometimes a man’s balls would be on show and it was ok to massage them as well whilst massaging between the client's legs. Beth started massaging my balls and my wife just looked on as if nothing had happened, she then took over instructed by Beth.I heard some whispering and some rustling of clothes, I was then handed a towel and was asked to turn.