She opens her eyes and notices the brandy glass, which her master is holding against her lips. Acknowledging her confusion, he gives her a warm smile ...ncouraging her to swallow the fine cognac. She raises her head to take a sip and the delicious liquid warms her up from her stomach to the whole body. Being highly sensitive due to the afterglow, she found it smells different than what she smelt in the cellar. The color is different, too. “It’s your juice, mixed inside,” he reads her question. Both had PHA hardhats in their hands, but they appeared to be too young to be a part of the construction crew. At that point there was a break in the practice and Tony and Paul went over to the sidelines.The girl came up to them with her hand outstretched. “You must be Tony Kramer and Paul Christian,” the girl said. Then with the warmest smile she added, “I’m Caitie Fitzpatrick, and this is my uncle and fiancé, John Taylor.”“What brings you out here?” Paul asked. “Are you with PHA?”“Not. I start to speak but feel Mark’s reassuring hands around my shoulders. “Just go with it,” he whispers in my ear.I hesitate but glance at Mark. His eyes are approving. Encouraging. Warm. Tender.Adam, my masseuse, is a tight-bodied, well-endowed man. I can’t help but gasp at his dangling penis. Even unswollen, he is already nearly as large as Mark is erect. His smoldering eyes and dark, wavy hair add to his appeal.Adam reaches for my hand and places me directly across from him. He reaches down. "I have to get ready for the camp mom." he said cupping her face with both hands and dragging her back up to his chest. They kissed. "What are you worried about mister? I am the one who does all the packing." she sad playfully, still toying with his cock. "But you said I have to vacuum my room before I leave." "Mmm..." she groaned. "Let me vacuum your beautiful cock. Then I will vacuum your room while you are gone." Then she sat up and pinched her nipples sending her milk flying over to his.