K and was I being gentle enough"? , he nodded and more or less purred a reply of "yes that's great, can you be very thorough please"? A mixed message ...n both our parts?, did he mean with the wash or something else this really got my blood pumping into my cock my cock was really wanting to be released for some action, but I had to be professional (sort of), I'd done everything by the book so far, but that was just about to change, I didn't really care anymore about being professional I wanted to. “What the fuck was that about?” Carl asked, when I returned to the cabin.“Just some pics,” I said, placing the photos face down on my amp. I grabbed my guitar as if nothing had happened.“So, do we get to see them too?”“No way,” I said.“But Pete did!” Bruno complained. “What were they?”“Just some pictures I took of Heather this summer. For my eyes only, guys. Chill.”“How’d you manage that?” Pete asked, some awe touching his voice.I put on a bored face. “I just took them. I didn’t realize she. He was shaking under her touch, desperate to be free from his bindings. But that was not her plan. Still rubbing his cock she pushed her own trousers down, her business like she boxers with them. "This time I get what I want" She said as she kicked the trousers away leaving herself naked except for socks and sneakers.She could see the light in his eyes flickering as she kept staring into them. His cock shuddering slightly as her thumb rubbing the very tip was lubricated by a little pre-cum,. " How did you know my weakness? Well, I accept but we'll probably have to do it tomorrow. Sundays are always dead and Jimmy will let us both go because he doesn't like to have a lot of staff to pay on dead days."Jimmy was the only other brother who worked the bar and he owned the place. He was also airborne except he had been in the triple nickels (555th Parachute Infantry Battalion) in WW II and was part of the 2nd Ranger in Korea where he got shot up in a combat jump. We met when he came into.