Moist might be more appropriate. It’s not helping that I feel his hands caressing my hips. My tight cotton tee is purposefully short, my jeans low,...leaving an inviting bare strip of flesh from just above my mound to just above my navel. That’s where his hands settle, stroking, each time growing bolder as his fingers tease across my tummy and slightly under my shirt. I don’t object. Nor do I protest when his fingers find my hipbones and follow them downwards, smooth, slightly callused tips. She looked to her side and saw the redhead sitting in the next chair with her pale skin and slender features. She decided then she would accept whatever came. As the maids stepped back her partner stood and Brooklyn followed. Standing before Miss their leads were reattached and she led them back out into the hallway and stood in front of those large double doors. Brooklyn studied the doors. Would she see the outside of them again? The Miss reached out a hand and knocked. Sir's voice came from. She was massaging all over his body, but just like the shower girl, being careful to only tease his cock. A gentle brush of the fingertip on the head, firmly stroking his belly and thighs, reaching the base of his cock but stopping just short of the shaft, cupping his balls quickly and firmly then immediately releasing them but only once or twice the whole time she was on his face.. He was throbbing, and now fully nude with her standing over him. She turned around, now facing his head.“I want. "No one needs to know about this, Peet. The only thing you need to do is tell me honestly... Are you okay? Did they hurt you badly?", asked Chris sternly. "No, apart from my pride and a red ass I am okay.", sighed Pieter. "Okay, that's a relief to hear you say that. You do realize that this could have ended up with you in hospital... Right?", said Chris sternly. Pieter started to cry a little again. "Come on let's find you your pants and get you back to my place. There is a beer with your name.