All Bjorn could do was apologise and feign ignorance as to how his phone had put itself into silent mode. There was no way he was going to mention Oli...ia and the Tantric Massage thing to anyone. He quickly pushed all that to the back of his mind as reality brought him back down to earth and they all bundled into a taxi waiting to take them to the Cancer Clinic. All Bjorn’s resolve to be able to rise above things seemed to drain out the bottom of his feet as the car sped along and the others. Supper turned out to be a hurried affair for me. Tilly's family, while more controlled was still anxious for a little servicing. I was fed a baked potato, a medium rare 'T-bone' steak, a fresh salad that included lettuce and cucumbers from our own garden, and a tall, cold beer. Once that was put away, I was back ploughing a furrow. For desert I needed to take care of Tilly's sister, Angela and Angela's oldest girl, Kristen. To make things spicy, Angela and Kristen put on a little. Our tongues danced in and out of our mouths as she continued to slowly work her way onto me. We stayed like this until I was deep inside her, she broke our kiss, leaning her head back, and I immediately began kissing her neck. Slight moans escaped her lips as I continued kissing down her neck and across her shoulder. She leaned her body back, propping herself up on her hands, giving me full access to her chest. I continued drawing moans from her as I kissed her body and around her small. I just knew she wouldn’t. I’d have bet a thousand she wouldn’t.I’d have lost that bet. Showing more nerve than I would have thought, Rayven turned, looked me in the eyes, and repeated herself.“I said ‘hatahs’,” she said clearly. Cocky little bitch. I felt a twinge of anger start to grow inside me.“No, sweetie, ain’t nobody hatin’ on you. I just got class, that’s all. I don’t need to walk around with my ass out to get attention.”Without the slightest bit of hesitation, Rayven shot back. “You.