You just lay there in silence looking up at the ceilingI pull out the massaging oil and begin gently massaging you moan as the massage releases tens...on you feel relaxed you feel the blood moving down there you open yourself up to me your body warms up every place I massageYou turn over wanting to feel my hands on you back… you turn your head and I massage your neck slowly gently … then you arch your back and I slowly move my hands down to your butt and I massage you and rub you Then I move. ”“Perfect! Thank you, Katya!”“You’re welcome, Stepa! Please let me know if there is anything else.”“Just the invoice,” I replied.“Charged to your retainer. There are still sufficient funds in that account.”“Thanks again,” I replied.We said ‘goodbye’ and I snapped the phone shut just as I pulled into the driveway. I parked and opened the phone again.“What?” Elyse asked impatiently.“The two directors. The first one has a secret child out of wedlock. The other one, well, it’s worse, actually. The. Feeling my body works its way to an orgasm. I want it. I want my body to shake as it explodes. I want to feel my hot cum spill from my pussy.Faster.Over and over I pull them, tightening them, feeling the lace sliding over my clit. Massaging it, stretching it then relaxing. The lace sliding over my entrance, the lace feeling so good, slightly itching me, driving me closer and closer to orgasm. My whimpers of, please, please, please slide over my lips, my eyes partially closing, losing myself in. This last was not particularly aimed at me, it was just him being an ass-hole and trying to compensate for a physical shortfall.Now, I admit to being a bastard, it has to do with the circumstances of my birth.Larry was an ass-hole because he worked at it. I firmly believe that, when they sincerely ask for it, ass-holes should be fucked.I did not know how long I could keep my dislike for Larry in check and continue to let him live. It helped greatly that I did not see him often.Larry had two.