I was hoping she would massage me while I had my clothes on, but she grabbed the massage oil bottle and told me to take off my shirt.I did not know wh...t to do, I knew if took of my shirt my rod would be exposed trough the light material shorts I was wearing, while on the other had I could not refuse to take my shirt off as it would make her even more suspicious. So, I twitched and fiddled for a little while hoping my cock would relax, but it didn’t work; so I slowly and teasingly took my shirt. .your going to make me cum...oh fuck...is it okay if I cum on your hand?" My words encouraged a more violent assault on my pussy. Gary plunged his fingers into me and started curling his fingers furiously, violently massaging the front wall of my cunt. I lost it. I started to cum. My head was now pushed forward against the mirror as I cried out loudly, incoherent sounds of pleasure emanated from my core as Gary's fist continued to punish my open and wet vagina. A series of violent convulsions. Theywould flutter around me trying to distract me. Some would start throwingthings. I would flick them away. But they were getting more organized.They started hitting me with their fairy dust. It had a heavy pollen-likesmell. I sneezed a couple of times and my eyes got watery. But I kept on.My goal was just ahead of me. I wasn't going to let them stop me. Butthose fairies were smart. They had a plan all along...I had those purple flowers in my sight, there was actually a lot of themin a flower. His eyes and his thoughts kept going to AnneMarie. He took another drink of the golden liquid in the glass then leaned over to place it on the table in front of him. The whiskey burned but did nothing to help him relax. The young woman, with her gentle smile and light laughter, denied him any calm.She mesmerized with her elegant movements and cool façade. She might appear reserved; she dressed in a conservative manner. However, Andrew knew she was passionate, warm, and caring, the kind of woman.