She had been partly sitting but now she was flat on her back and her heavy tits fell each side of her body. She would be at her best on all fours with...her udders dangling but I couldn't see a way of getting her in that position. Anyway, I wanted to concentrate on her cunt now. I slid her down until her feet were just off the bed and then rolled her on her side. I put a couple if pillows near her arse and managed to manhandle her until she was on her back again but with her hips pushed up by the. "You'll want to keep your liquids up" said Jean, "There's a juice bar,no charge too, near the salon. So how'd you like the massage?"I just smiled at her and nodded. I knew that this was something I wouldbe doing again. Jean pointed me toward the salon and I poured a glass oforange juice at the counter. I sat down in the salon and sniffed theair. There was a pungency that was not pleasant. It was a mixture ofacetone, shampoo and many other odors I could not identify. Aftersitting for a while I. ‘Hello,’ I said. ‘Something of a Casanova, are you?’ He asked. His voice was high-pitched with an obscene wheedling quality to it. I didn’t like him, or trust him one little bit. ‘Who are you?’ He chuckled, ‘Call me Tiny,’ he said, as if it were the funniest of jokes, like maybe you’d call a big fat guy Tiny for a nickname. ‘Who are you, Tiny?’ I said, trying to put scorn into my voice. The music, the mindless monotonous drumbeat of the dance music seemed to somehow work its way under us, like. "What makes you think I have anything like that? I'm an honest business man. I don't do well with slander," said the slaver boss smiling over at Aric."I already heard the men outside describing my wife and my daughter so I know you have them. And I'm not really in a mood to play games with you," said Aric dangerously."Ahh, so he's what happened to the guards outside. I better be careful and try and learn all I can before I kill him. He must be more capable than he appears," thought the man to.