She said the salad I brought was wilted. Can you imagine?” Melissa prattled on, unaware that her daughter lie twitching and bleeding out under her f...iend.“I uh... I just can’t imagine that to be true.” Heather panted, rejoining the conversation as best as she could. She tried to keep eye contact with Melissa, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from watching Kelly’s twitches get weaker and weaker.“Are you okay, Heather?” The question snapped Heather’s lust-filled eyes back to Melissa.“Yeah,. Perhaps someone was planning to come here and have their own personal army to protect them, or to help keep them in charge?" You mean someone was coming up here to take over?" Not sure, that's just one idea, but I don't think they would need claymores for crowd control." Damn! I would love to know what was going to happen." Ah well, I will tell you what will happen, just not right now. Maybe when you get better? Then you and your officers will be much better equipped," I said and laughed.I left. I was longing for him to get lower, which he did, but only after stretching and coaxing the long back muscles. He’d now got to the lowest part of the back, which had been the first part he’d worked on. I find that bit, just above the point where the buttock cleavage begins, to be particularly sensitive. He somehow knew it, and the mode changed from massaging to stroking. I wasn’t going to sleep now! I raised my butt a few centimetres: no good: he quickly pushed it down again, quite. . well ... most days, only one. I had promised her a gift card when she got below 200.I checked the clock. 5:30. The nice thing about the hotel where I usually stayed for these trips, aside from it being a quick four-block walk to the office, is that they offered something of an informal evening meal during the week. This night, Monday night was burgers, along with wine – they offer wine every night, no matter what the food offering - and it starts at 6:00. I hastened down to the lobby, grabbed.