“Smells nice.”“Thanks.”“Roll over Jason,” I heard from the peanut gallery in the chair, that the girls placed in my room after Jude starte... her desensitizing lessons.“I’m not exactly relaxed,” I warned.“It’s okay,” Jude added with less than stellar enthusiasm.“Lift up.”She did. I carefully, rolled on my back. I was medium hard, yet nothing I could do about that since a cute girl, in lingerie, was giving me a backrub.In a set of pale pink and white silk panties and a bra.Seeing the picture of. None but a sole monk of the Flame Lord, Father of the Gods and Creator of All, that is.This monk, hale and strapping with the shaved head and long beard of his Order, followed the traces these powerful beings, left upon the earth for him by his Master. As he went farther and farther from the great battle between the two largest tribes of Humans and passed through the torn and devastated landscape, the monk wept and prayed to his Master for his race's salvation. The Land was barren, stripped of. "Ho... listen to him... it's me that has to put up with meaningless twaddle all the time... please do join us, we really would enjoy your company" said KevinI looked at the two smiling faces, considered my options, which were zero. An empty flat, (my flat mates away for a couple of days) a hastily concocted meal and nothing on TV just did not appeal. This was a good offer"Now how could a girl turn down an offer like that, especially with two such charming and handsome men... let's go" I said,. “Sorry,” I said, “I didn’t expect either of you to be home yet.”“I managed to get away early Emily; did you have a good holiday? Silly question, the photos told us that you did.”“About that.” I started to say but Oliver stopped me.“Can we talk about that later, Jack’s bringing some takeaway, he’ll be here in a few minutes, there’ll be enough for the 3 of us.”“Err yes, thank you.”I went into my bedroom wondering if Jack was about to tell me to find alternative accommodation. Jack actually owns.