Before I know it, the shirt is gone. I can only imagine the condition it’s in now. Because I hadn’t worn panties with my suit today, I’m now com...letely naked. Vulnerable. On display and at his mercy. With that, I hear a bottle open. I can smell the lotion that I keep hidden away for “special” occasions. I can hear him rubbing his hands together and then I feel his hands on my feet. The lotion in his hands is warm to the touch. He massages my feet, taking his time to make sure he doesn’t miss. Perhaps she'd already knew when she went to his office at two that afternoon? He'd asked her to sit next to him for some bullshit reason, he couldn't remember now. She'd barely batted an eyelid when he'd taken her hand and placed it on his bulge. Her hand had moved, then, unbidden, she'd known what he was after.'She sure had a fine pair of pair of tits, ' he thought, 'unstrapped, they'd tumbled out.'He'd placed her between his legs, kneeling on the floor. She'd had the same blank expression she. “Oh Rykker, I feel all funny inside.Oh, Oh, OH!” Simka screams this last time as her firstorgasm washes over her, her knees gives out and shefalls upon her brother, her awareness of what is goingon around her gone for the moment.Rykker moves his mouth away from his sister’s pussy andlooks at her for a few moments “Are you ok?”Simka gasps for air, her breathing quite fast. Her bodyis resting on her brothers. She mutters something aboutfeeling great, still having not. . different. He never took any of them up on the offers, and she had no intention of being compared – even in passing, even in gossip – to one of those women. The man was handsome, but she couldn’t deny she wanted more from him than a quick tumble.So she was friendly, but never inappropriate, deferring to him as expected from a messenger working for a lord, trying to maintain a veneer of professionalism even as she watched him almost as avidly as he watched her. And she resolved, over and over,.