’ ‘How long?’ ‘I’ll let you know.’ He worked the muscles of my neck. He massaged my scalp with his fingertips. Back down to my neck and sh...ulders. Slowly, he massaged down each arm, down to my palms, over my fingers. If he thought any of this was going to make me leave this spot until he lacked the energy to continue, he was deluded. He worked his way up my arms to my shoulders and then he started on my back. In order to get adequate pressure, he was forced to press me hard against his chest. I. Alexander had been recently widowed, and Mrs. Alexander had explainedthat her daughter Susan had decided to stay on the East Coast withfriends for the holiday.Everything about the mansion was beautiful; it was immense and decoratedwith ornate lace curtains and fresh flowers on every table. Never had Ibeen in such a wondrous place. As we chatted, Carolyn served the meal. Icouldn't help but steal glances at the maid as she scurried about, herbrief uniform showing off frothy white petticoats as. . w ... what’s wrong? Why are you guys looking at me like that all of a sudden?”Jessie Harper and Kate Terrence looked at Carrie, then at Troy, then at his sagging dick, then at each other then back to Carrie again.“Oh, bother it all!” mumbled Jessie. “I might as well tell you now before Troy gets started. Our church has ... has ... has ... put a temporary ban ... a temporary ban on all public nudity and all its ‘fringe’ benefits and from all church members having any association with things to. “If you don’t do it he will put those pics all over the Internet for your friends and colleagues to see.”“That’s right,” said the stranger. “My name is Jim and we have now met, so I am not a stranger.”Susan’s shoulders slumped. She could see no way out of this and meekly got up and followed Jeff and Jim to the elevator. They stood each side of her and she gritted her teeth as she felt Jim’s hand move under the back of her short dress and onto her bare ass-cheek. She wished she wasn’t wearing.