Jessica stood and extended her hand. He reached out and shook it earnestly. His grip was strong; his hand rough.“Greetings, Mr. Heinlein.”“A ple...sure to meet you, Miss Christiano. Please, call me Adam.”“Very well. Have a seat, Adam” she said, gesturing to the chair beside him.The big man sat down and his frame filled the chair completely. Jessica was surprised it didn't split in two as he settled into it. He looked to be well into middle age, but still very healthy and vibrant. He had a. So he got the baby oil and slathered his hands in it preparing himself for the first proper touches between us, I could feel my lower spine getting wetter and wetter from his precum and it slightly turned me on, I lightly wiggle my bottom underneath him making him throb even more. I feel his hands slide from my forearms to my shoulders and I raised my bottom just a little, enough so he knew I was teasing him, he went a bit deeper with his finger onto my spine and ran circles down my spine to. As much as it pains me to say ... yes. She answered. I believe that Isabella is in no real danger when she is among us ... and we can limit her exposure if need be, but the possibility of what this cult could do is potentially more devastating.Dysea nodded slowly, though it left a bad taste in her mouth to agree. She knew what Bella was capable of, and though she loved her almost as much as she loved Martin, Iriral was right. "I agree." She spoke slowly. "I don't have to like it ... but I. And, the conversation might have made any unsuspecting guest blush a little bit. The guys asked me if I liked being Spit Roasted. Who did they think they were asking? Of course I like being Spit Roasted!Right there, in the elevator, they had a scissors/paper/rock to decide who got first go on my arse. It felt like my arse was being auctioned off.Imagine if you were in an elevator with three guys, all shirtless, towels not really hiding their bulging crotches, listening to them decide who got to.