I was at a party and me and a friend of mine had been dancing throughout the evening. I can still remember the scent of her perfume, she smelled like ...trawberries and every time she would be close to me I could smell her skin and that smell would fill the air around me. While we were dancing I had put my hands on her hips and along her sides and when her shirt would bunch up and I could feel her cool skin it would feel like a little shock of electricity. During one song she leaned in close to. Ms. Cruz slowly began to bob down my shaft as she stroked my balls. She moaned slightly as she did so and the vibrations this caused were wonderfully stimulating along my cock. Her tongue seemed to wrap around my member one way then the next between flurried licking at the head. Her oral acrobatics were simply incredible. I knew that if she continued, she would make me empty my balls down her throat. This though was pleasingly tempting and would have been only a lap or so from happening when. “We are moving out to Spain on the twelfth anyway and your people know that and have a set of keys.”“Fine, perfect, they are usually organized like that. Not sure if I’ll be in the crew on the filming days,” I bluffed, said goodbye and left.On leaving, I checked out the lane it was on, the untidy entrance to an adjacent copse which could be easily reached across the garden. It was easy after that. Keys made and the plan.Having talked to Rani during our filming, always curious about how are. Just bring the clubs down and I’ll meet you in front of the building” she said as she headed out the door.Once she pulled up in her silver Mercedes GLK I stowed the clubs in back and climbed into the passenger seat and she started toward the GWB. While we were traveling my phone started to vibrate and I quickly checked to see who it was. It was an incoming text from Rachel.‘Bryan - something bad is happening here with my parents. I know it has something to do with you coming here as you wanted.