Perhaps you were sent to be my strength." The angel, who calleth herself Sister Bertrille, expressed puzzlement at the nature of this demon, for thoug... she was but still young she had listened to the words of the old and she did not believe demons still roamed the land. But, lo, he told her, his demon did not roam, but had entered Carlo's own body, and tormented him day and night; whereupon he pointed to his lap, and truly Sister Bertrille could see that something had taken possession of the. He plonked down on his chair and skimmed through his messages. The usual apprenticeship applications and image ideas from the team downstairs. He flopped them back onto the desk, switched his laptop on and relaxed back in his chair, gazing out of his window at the quite stunning city view he had. It wasn't long before there was a knock at the door, it was Sam from upstairs, a fifty something small stout man with a large pop . Read your massage story also. Want to discuss with you. Can we chat after 1 hourM:okAfter 1hour.M:hai anjali. Had dinner?A:yes, just finished. Did the cleaning work. Now preparing to watch tvM:ok. So what you wanna discuss anjaliA:regarding body massage. You do it for women?M:yeah . It relaxes and makes feel freshA:hubby is asking me to get massage. It seems his colleague’s wife got it and felt nice.Can I tell you something madhu?M:yeahA:I have read your story of massage. Chating like this with. She moaned louder and loved it more. It occurred to me that I should be stroking her clit with my fingers to add to her high. I slipped a finger into her pussy and searched for her clit or g-spot. But it is difficult to locate either from an awkward position. Still, my finger set her off and she dumped a hot load of cum on my hand. Remembering what Hippie Girl had done to me (not stopping after their first orgasm), I continued to slam into her. She only relaxed briefly before getting up again..