I asked him to apply the oil lightly and massage my ankle. He nervously lifted my petticoat and nighty slightly and started massaging me. I closed my ...yes and enjoyed his soft hands massaging my ankle.I was lying right at the edge of the bed and he was at my arm’s length. I pulled my petticoat up to my knees and asked him to rub some oil on my knees also as I didn’t tell about the pains in all places to my MOL as she will be unnecessary worried.. I made him promise to me that he should also NOT. He just came and came. I could feel his pulse racing through the length of his cock as my fingers still held him tight and I swallowed every drop, just like good girls should. I turned round and beamed at my two friends, because I hadn’t spilled a drop. “Ooh perfect finish!” Said Andy. I turned to the other girls and laughed. Even as the little dribble of post ejaculate came out of his dick, Megan was sucking him gently. “Three girls remember Andy,” I said. “Maybe I should give you another. Night 1During the day, nothing happens that I can tell, the strange happenings mostly occur at night. The first started around 6 pm. I was watching America's Got Talent on the television while eating my Chinese take-out when I felt a cold chill coming from upstairs. When I climbed the stairs, I could have sworn that I heard whispering. I checked the guest bedroom as well as the master and there were no open windows. I shrugged it off and went back down to enjoy my dinner.At 9 pm I retired to. “Now we get to find out whether this was worth all the effort.”Separating ourselves, Wulf and I drew our weapons as Alistair stepped up to the wooden covering. “Are you sure...” I asked.“This I can do,” he assured me. “It’s my mind – my templar muscles – that are tired, not my arms.”I wasn’t convinced – it wasn’t his mind that had needed to sit down, and I myself felt more than a little fatigued – but his pallor had improved and he winked at me cheekily. I rolled my eyes and sighed.Wulf stepped.