I rubbed my shoulder, turning around.“Be good and give me a quick massage, would you, Adam?” He didn’t respond, but I smiled when he started doi...g it. He was very gentle, almost as if was an honour for him to touch me. My pussy started to wet, and when I turned around I realize he was too caught up in the moment to realize he was getting a boner. “Good job. But now I want you to hand me a glass of water.”I sat on the worktop, watching him doing as I told him. Luckily, he had been there enough. "I mean, we talk a lot, you know. Privately. And we've gotten pretty close now." "But what if it's a dude?" Bri asked, smirking at Kris. "Bri!" Mel scolded her friend. "She sent me a pic," I said. "I'm pretty sure she's not a guy." "But anyone can send a pic of anything," Bri countered. "Bri, come on, let it go," Mel said. "Really, I think it's kind of a good thing - gentlemanly. Like, they have to get to know each other, and build a connection before they have sex. You know? He's not just like. When Dan was candid about his wealth being fairly small and recent through exploiting immigration regulations, he impressed the American; because here was a Limey who wasn’t playing the class game. He had worked the system and succeeded.So Greg opened up too. He had also escaped being a salary slave later in life. Back home he operated a few high-class call-girls; and it paid for life’s little extras like the occasional cruise! Greg and Dan were getting along together just fine and they had. In fact, Jennifer had really helped Bridget a lotwhen it came to getting Jakes's attention and helping her keep it. Itwas Jennifer who told Bridget that she was in love with Jake, and givenhow she thought about him constantly, she knew it must be true. No onehad ever made Bridget feel so wonderful. Not even his wife when theyfirst started dating.He had tried to put Jake out of her mind, and had almost succeeded, butJennifer had reminded her at just the wrong moment.When Bridget didn't know was.