" Kletta slipped past him. The room had been magnificently furnished once, a banquet or reception chamber at least thirty five by forty feet. Nothing ...ad been disturbed here, but still the ages had taken their toll. Clouds of dust puffed up under their feet, dust that had lain there for five centuries. "There's something here, under these old tapestries."The cloth of the tapestries fell apart at her touch, revealing an intricately carved chest. Of some richly grained wood, it had survived the. "What do you want to do?" April asked me when the five of us entered the house."Can I see your bedroom?" I asked. It would help me imagine being with her in fantasy."Sure!" she said with a large smile.We all piled into her room. It was surprisingly similar to Tara's. I sat on the bed. April sat on it also and Molly sat on the end. Brandi and Tara stood.I looked at April but she looked away. That was different. Usually the girls couldn't keep their eyes off me."Something wrong?" I asked."I was. "I'm sure he did, Alan. And why might that be? Could it have anything to do with, for instance, his wife, Zara?"Alex was shocked by the insinuation. What did this man know? "I'm sorry. What did you say?" I gather that you and Zara have been quite regular drinking partners at the Zenith for quite a while now. Don't worry about how I know this. Although Mr St. John-Easton takes very little notice of the information his security staff gather of activities that might affect his welfare, I've always. What were moans of pain turned into pleasure as I massaged her soreness away.As I was standing over Sara massaging, I felt her arm and hand brush against my leg. My leg hair and her fingertips met. I paused momentarily but continued on. It almost felt like she did that with a purpose.Skipping her butt, I oiled up Sara's legs. I began working her lower glutes, hamstrings and calves. Her panties had risen up a bit, and her ass now looked more like she was wearing a thong. Sara didn't seem to.