His next move was his hand on my knee, neither of us said anything... just continued to watch the match and telling the ref his pedigree. The hand slo...ly moved from knee and under the hem of my dress. Now my heart was starting to beat a little faster and there goes that feeling again. When it reached my thigh, I thought it was about time to put a stop to it, but nothing was happening, I wanted to speak but couldn't, wanted to knock his hand away, but nothing would function, his finger was. I saw her smile and look away. She raised her hand to fix her hair, and the large diamond on her finger reminded me that this woman was not available. I, too, looked away now, concentrating hard on the road. Our hotel was by the side of the highway, a modern seven story building with an outdoor swimming pool and surrounded by trees.We had made good time and, as it turned out, we were both equipped to go out running before dinner. As we registered at the hotel, we agreed to meet in 10 minutes. “And what’s to keep you from all running off and finding new masters?” I asked in a joking tone.Ashley’s arms wrapped around my chest and squeezed me so hard I thought she would break one of my ribs. “Don’t even joke about that,” she hissed angrily. “Mark, my only regret is that we can’t do the work for you and allow you to be like a male lion, lazing the day away and using the night to make your pride of lionesses pregnant again and again.”“Oh, I think having too many babies would cool my. Is this okay?"I didn't know what to say. My mind went blank with the thought of what she must look like behind that towel."Uh, yeah. No, that's fine. I can't really blame you. I'm roasting in these jeans." Thank God. This heat is unbearable." She quickly dropped the towel to the ground and I couldn't help but soak in the view before me. It was like she pulled back the curtain on a masterpiece.She stood about 5'4" and had a modest hourglass shape to her. The panties, I was so eager to see,.