An already shaken Freya gasped when she recognized the set-up, “Oh-Gawd! How did you get this? I didn’t know Harlan was recording this or I would ...ever have…” “He didn’t record this and he doesn’t know this exists,” Ben stopped Freya, “Don’t you know who owns the building and the gym?” Freya looked puzzled and shook her head. “Well he also owns the apartment complex where Danny lives,” Ben gave her a hint. Freya’s quickly recalled who owned the complex, “Arlen, Arlen Akers? Oh shit! That. I was begging Cindy to insert more and more fingers up my ass. She kept lubing me up and after the third finger was sliding easily up my ass the doorbell rang. Cindy pulled her fingers out of my ass and answered the door. It was the lady next door, Kay.Cindy brought Kay into the kitchen and was telling her what was going on. Kay told my wife that she had brought over what Cindy had wanted on the phone.Cindy told Kay to strip off her clothes and to lye down on the kitchen table. I was standing. To Beth, Emily was invested in their chat because she was feeling downthat she was not part of the festivities. Beth was not mad at Emily forshe could not blame her for being jealous. What lady would not want tobe in NYC shopping and living it up for the weekend? Plus, herdestination last night out as a single lady was so much better thanEmily's choice of staying at home making candles as part of the guest'swedding treats.Beth also wanted to know if Steve and Emily were going to stop in. I sat anxiously next to him, I wondered what else I could do for him. Then it hit me. I told him to lie on his stomach on the sofa. He took off his glasses and put them on a table, and just obediently lay down. I sat on his lower back and began to massage his shoulders and arms. I expected him to just fall asleep, but he let out a groan of pleasure that went straight to my groin. I massaged every part of his back, working out the knots of tension freeing him to relax for the first time in too.