”“Don’t go changing the subject,” Ashe seethes. Her face is red with anger. Why am I so angry? For some reason the anger she is feeling is not...because the girl is being reckless. Am I feeling jealous?“I think y’all got some issue to work out,” Denise interrupts. “And Ashe is my boss, so I think I need to get going.”“Not so fast,” Rin says stopping the strokes to squeeze the bull’s cock, hard.“Stay,” Ashe commands. What the hell did I just say that for?Denise settles back and Rin goes right back. Art dropped the unlit cigarette then squeezed Louie's elbow. "Let's dance!" He whispered and stepped out from behind the shelving.Art instantly took in the scene. In his line of work you couldn't afford the luxury of lengthy securitizations. The car was a large black sedan parked about six feet inside the delivery door. Two men, both dressed in dark business suits stood a few feet in front of the car's hood. The taller of two men was thin, with a dark olive complexion, and jet-black hair combed. Begining at your lower back I start making firm circular motions up and down your back , I can feel you relaxing, after a few minutes I ask if it is only your back that needs lotion or if your legs need some as well. You reply, ‘it has been a while since I’ve applied. It probably would not hurt to apply again.’ I am eager to comply. You can feel my touch has changed some. Things have progressed from merely applying lotion to more of a massage… my touch is firm but tender… I seem to seek out. .no I can't tell you everything, I just met you." "Stacey, you can, and will tell me everything." "But, sir, I don't even know your name. I mean, this is cool and all, and you've paid me a lot of loot for my time, but you really do think you're some kind of big shot, I mean, like I said, I don't even know your name." "My name is inconsequential. Stacey, from here on out, you will call me Master. In time, your little boyfriend will call me Master too. And from what I can tell, you're going to.