Then his hand maneuvered to the other legs and worked up. The side of his index finger grazed her outer lips as it journeyed up her ass, and back. Jam...s brought his finger to his lips, and sucked them clean, and instructed her to go to the bed. Ashley moved to the bed and started unhooking her shoes, but James told her to stop. With her panties still in her mouth, she lay back and looked up at the ceiling. She was startled when she felt her legs being pulled apart, and when she looked, James. And if you're a spy or terrorist, please stop reading now, because there's some top secret, sensitive information you're not supposed to know about.Okay, now that it's safe to talk, I guess I should let you know a little about me. For obvious reasons, I can't tell you my name. Well, maybe my first name. It's Bob. And maybe a hint of my last name. Let's just say it sounds like Randall. Heck, it's even spelled like it. I work for a top-secret spy agency of the government. How top secret? Let's. So I thought to learn massage and I asked one of the good therapists to train me, in a beginning she refused because of bandwidth but later she agreed because of extra bucks. And I learned from her. Not the point to whom you should give.So I published on net and one of the lady do contacted me, she was in her mid 40’s and somehow she called me on my number and she agreed, she was asking lot of question before giving appointment and uff at last she convenience. I lied to her that I am. My arms slowly left my side and I half-heartedly patted the small of his back. I had never imagined myself hugging, kissing or cuddling with another guy. To me, the thought of being with another guy was all about the cock. It was the power, the firmness, the physicality, the rawness of being a guy. Hugging and cuddling were too feminine. Then he spoke without breaking his embrace. "Jay, it's so cool that guys can be guys and still get off with one another without risking their manliness. You.