I indulged in your nails, and then you started to massage my weary muscles. I had a very physically demanding job, and a massage anytime was welcome. ...ou dug your hands into my shoulders, and moved down to the sides of my back. You motioned for me to lay down and relax. You removed you pants. I felt your thighs on my butt, and the silk of boxers was all that separated my skin and your hardened penis. You rubbed it gently in soft strokes as you pushed your hands into my grateful back. I kept my. . cheating behind my back?" Jason demanded to know."I overheard the phone conversation three months ago," Marcglumly replied. "How long before that... I don't know."Overriding feelings of desolation, Marc looked up at Jason and demanded, "How long has Constance been cheating on my ass?"Jason shrugged, "I first saw them together about three weeks ago, but they appeared to be very familiar with one another. So... your guess is as good as mine."Marc pushed the package across the desk to Jason and. Even better, I found a pair of sheer black silk thigh-highs that were my size. In a fit of lust, I decided to go look at shoes, and found a pair of slutty five-inch (that would make me a full 5'10" of sexy!) heels to top off the ensemble. I was gonna have fun tonight no matter what! I made my way to the checkout, where I found a ten or so person line where there was nobody when I had walked in. I was obviously nervous, as it was pretty obvious that everything in my hand basket was for me. I. But then I did think of something, and that's why I'm here." Ok, alright, you've got me at the tip of... well, not my seat, obviously - should we sit? Can I get you something?" You look around at your dining table, your couch, the coffee machine in your kitchen, then back at her."Maybe in a minute." She says, eager to continue her story. "So here's the deal: you can make one request, anything at all, and I'll do it." ... because you're bored?" You feed back to her, questioning the legitimacy of.