Nearly cheek to cheek, Mathew took a deep breath, almost as if he were a wolf taking in her uniquely female scent, and kissed her at the curve of her ...eck. It sent a shiver down her spine and goose bumps rose up on the skin of her arms. Her breath quickened, and her heart began to beat even faster than before. ‘I am far from being shy,’ he whispered, his lips so close to her ear she could feel his breath tickling her,’ especially where you are concerned. So you can rest assured that you will. I poured oil across her buttocks, and watched it run up and over the small of her back, and across her little tattoo. Of course the rest of it ran down over her butt, and especially down between her cheeks, across her tight anus, and on to her swollen pussy. I must have sat entranced for a moment too long, because Brandy cleared her throat, bringing me back to reality, and I began to massage the oil into her skin. I ran my hands over her hips and down the outside of her thighs, then up the. "That's what I've been doing the past few weeks. Take a look at it when you get home. I was going to show you the room as part of your anniversary present," she said with a frown."Okay, Mrs. Reed. I'll have a look when I get home. But, for now, you better get some rest. Dad and I will be back in the morning. Can I bring you anything?" he asked."Yeah! Dill pickles and a chocolate milkshake," she replied. "I'm just k**ding. No, I don't need anything. Now, go home and get out of my hair," she. You must be the boss lady, eh?” I turned to the woman.“Special Agent In Charge Laura Van Pham, if you must know. This is Deputy Marshal Aidan Boone, Agent Thomas Riley of the DEA, and Warren Masters, a special consultant of Benson Associated Limited, a contractor, if you will,” the special agent told me, clearly fibbing about something and hoping that she wasn’t caught ... and then her mind betrayed her, since I now owned it.“You mean Francis Lorne of the CIA and Orville Ward of the NSA, don’t.