She was caressing his head. He squirmed and grunted."Oh honey bun... you'll do just fine...." she smiled as four men inleather got out of the van, al... wearing masks. One opened the back doorsof the the van and they all walked to each of the legs of the sawhorseand lifted him up off the floor. Bells jingling. He squirmed a little asthey set it on the floor of the van and attached some straps to hold itthere...She clicked over.... caressed his face lovingly... smiling.... "You seesweetie... to. In the bathroom I do my business, wash my hands and snoop around a bit. I open the cupboard and find a few bottles of her massage oil. All of them for different purposes, from arousing to relaxing. The label on one of the bottles reads, “The morning after.” I take it with me and go back to bed. On arrival I find Nancy is waking up, her body turns towards me. No words are spoken. She extends her hand to me. I take it and leave the bottle on the floor. When I lay down next to her she crawls close. Slowly, the bones of a proposition began to form in my mind. My thoughts turned to Brankston Tusker, Harwell's unfortunate brother. He was, I recalled, an experienced and capable engineer. As such, he was a member of a profession whose practitioners had both the means and the need to take advantage of my services. Perhaps, I thought, rather than an individual commission, I could convince the Institute of Practicing Engineers that a speculative investment on behalf of their members would be of. Our breathing is heavy and coordinated, my breasts rising to meet his hard chest, and I enjoy the feeling of the hair covering him. He moves his hips slightly, I am aware of his penis pressing against my hip and I realize that a large drop of precum has settled on my thigh. I hope he will let me suck him so I can savour the taste of things to cum.The increasing urgency of our need makes us move at the same time, as his hand crawls up my inner thigh and settles gently, covering my swollen,.