We went to the garage and got in a good looking Audi A8. The guy said "Hi, my name is Michael, I'm the driver for Mr G (we will call Mr G). I said "go...d meeting you, my name is James. I asked how long the drive was, he said "one and a half hour so get comfortble". After the drive we arrived at his house. I got out and looked at the house, but this is something else, it was a damn mansion with a big drive way and a big garage. Mr. G has serious money. Michael got my suitcase and lead me inside. She was sitting at an umbrella table in a t-shirt that came almost to her knees. When she got up to meet her daughter, the sunlight behind her slowed that she was hiding a full figure; not a model’s figure, but full breasts and a bubble butt that so many men loved. If she hadn’t been hiding herself, maybe he wouldn’t have been looking at me.I felt bad for both of them and I vowed never to be in that position, even if it meant I’d never get married. As much as my mind was traveling in the. All the usual boring stuff but always had a hankering after cock. My job often took me overseas for long periods, 3-4 weeks at a time and often when I got back the wife and k**s had their routine and I got very frustrated. Eventually I looked at the contact ads in the local free newspaper (this was still pre-internet time) and arranged to meet a male and female couple. That was a great success and I saw them once or twice a week for nearly a year but as time went by the guy got more and more. But not yet - I promised I’d work those kinks out of your muscles, so I begin to massage your legs and thighs. You spread your legs as I deftly knead your inner thighs. I can see that your panties are wet. The center soaked. Okay, maybe you DO need me to work a different area...So I massage further and further up your inner legs, nearing your center. I allow my finger tips to graze your warm and moistening panties. As I do, you wiggle in anticipation. Soon I slip off your panties, and my.