I now really responded to his kisses, giving him kisses in return, our mouths parted as we let our tongues play with each other, but now it was my tur... to give him some relief and lessen the hardness of his cock that was pressing into my side. I pushed him over onto his back and took hold of his erection and slowly began to move my hand up and down, feeling the silken skin that covered the hard flesh move as easily as a well oiled piston. Now I’m blaming that bottle of wine I had drunk though. Sure when would you like it booked in for?" You smirk "how's about right now". Stunned by your forward approach he says "I was just heading home but sure". "I specialise in deep tissue massages". "That's perfect I like it nice and deep" you say with a wink as you lead him upstairs. "How do you want me?". "Just on the bed is fine". You strip off and lay down on your stomach. You hear the sound of the oil being squirted into his hand. His touch is cold at first as he gently places his hands. If I have to drive you to whatever shit town he’s in, I will. He’s fine…nothing’s happened to him. He’s probably just mad because you’ve been so strange lately, but once you tell him why, he’ll come around.” Jenna hugged me and pointed at the bag of crackers. “Eat. I’m going to make you something else for lunch, but eat those in the meantime. I mean it…I’ll force-feed them to you if I have to,” she said, looking stern again. For some reason that made me smile and Jenna smiled back. I felt a. " Oh man," I sighed. "John Smith? Is that his real name?" Yes. It's no wonder that he writes with the byline Chase Sanborn. No one would give any credence to a John Smith." Will you make anything off this one or am I going to owe you even more?" We've started with a demand for twenty million. I figure that they will work their way to a settlement in about three or four months for two million if we drop the charges. I'm figuring on some profit from this one." Art, just let me remind you that I'm.