I almost quipped that she was giving me a special “sisterly” massage, but I knew that rimming a butthole was pretty standard at this kinky massage...parlor. While I was at college all day, Zoey was getting paid to “massage” women as intimately as possible.She was good at it.My older sister danced her tongue around my asshole. I sighed in delight and squirmed on the table. My nipples ached and throbbed. The pleasure surged through my body. I whimpered and moaned. My toes curled.This felt so. He was muscle, flesh and skin. There was no fat. He had a nice chest, a hard flat stomach with the hint of ab muscles and well-formed arms and legs which testified to their strength. His chest, stomach and legs were lightly dusted with short black hairs. In the middle of his chest was a triangle of longer hairs that pointed toward the place I wanted to go. From his belly button there was another triangle that grew thicker as you went down to form a mat surrounding his cock. His cock was still. He began to list Sarah's inheritance, starting off with the keys to a safety deposit box, followed by a six-figured cashier's check, and finally with the deed to the land her father's home rested on. Once she signed the papers, her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks covered with streaks of dried tears and her heart hurt from the loss of her father, her mother from years ago, and her siblings.Gabe shook the lawyer's hand and ushered Sarah out to his car. He tucked her inside and quickly. Tom knocked and did so. Sir Nigel rose smiling from his chair and led Tom to the informal area."Further developments, I presume," he said."Yes, sir."Tom told Sir Nigel of Clive's restrained behaviour at the company dance and of Briony's continued misgivings."As expected," he went on, "with the news of the tender short-listing he now wants me to lead another more detailed recce up to Scotland." Ah," murmured Sir Nigel understandingly."I'm pretty certain that if he's going to make a move it's.