From their perspective I’m a caring husband and father, a bit of a workaholic, fun and easy going, giving, funny, engaging. I was what they would co...sider a “pillar of the community.” Only, they didn’t know the truth, what lays below the surface, what I’m really capable of. If they knew, some might argue it was done to protect family and would sympathize. But how can you sympathize with the destruction of another human being. In part to cleanse my own conscience, I am writing this story now,. "The gloves came off - literally. I closed my eyes and reveled in myAngie's tender, sensual touch. The light rasp of her nails across mycheek gave me goosebumps."C'mon," I urged softly, "we have to get you dressed. You have a classtonight, remember? We'll pick this up where we left off when you comehome. I guarantee I will be wet and ready for you."***It was actually a good thing Angie had to go to class - on severallevels First, I wanted her to learn how to make herself beautiful forme.. It felt great if I do say so. I was disappointed that she never once caught sight of my cock during the entire session. She managed to keep me wrapped like a baby even though she massaged nearly every part of my body. Every part except my cock that is. I had fantasized about her finishing me off with at least a hand job. Prior to this, the only massages I had ever gotten all involved at least a hand job. And I was always allowed to grope and grab the chick doing the massage. Of course these. Although built very differently from his sister, Marc turned out to be a very sensuous man in his own right. About my height, he was obviously into body building. Wearing only loose nylon shorts similar to the pair I had borrowed, the powerful muscles of his bare chest and arms looked almost sculpted in the light of the single lamp by which he stood."So, Kathleen tells me you're an attorney," Marc said as we sat in a pair of large easy chairs sipping the chilled chablis his sister had.