“What are you doing?” She exclaimed. “I was just going to give you a shoulder rub.” I said, telling the genuine truth. “You’re really get...ing worked up about this.” “Oh... sorry...” She said cautiously, but letting me put my hands on her shoulders. I began to rub in smooth kneading motions. She began to relax almost immidatly. “Mmm...” she sighed. “That’s good.” She continued to talk a while, but eventually stopped talking and simply let me rub her shoulders, enjoying the massage. Eventually. We went on, i put a few fingers in her nice pussy and she softly was wanking my cock. And then she began to fantasize about having sex with you. She said, i would give her a big, wet long kiss, move my hands soft around her tits and then gently squeeze her pretty little nipples. She (that's you .....) puts one finger in my wet pussy and moves it around and around. She (that's you) takes her finger out and let me lick her fingers and then she puts two fingers in my hot slit and lets me moan. I. ’ ‘But we know all this,’ said Mrs Travis – just as Julia remembered that her name was Catherine. She looked at Julia, lighting a cigarette from the ornate wooden box on the coffee table. ‘Why are we all here?’ ‘Well, my insurance company at first weren’t going to pay up,’ Julia said. ‘Said it was force majeure, what they call an Act of God. Trouble is, when the Council came back they said that the tree had indeed been poisoned by the Thompsons.’ ‘Why in God’s name would they do such a stupid. To be free for just a while in the cubicle was such a relief, to move her body & feel the pleasure without being watched. Shit the picture she thought, quickly grabbing the phone & sending him the picture, looking down she saw how moist her panties were, how excited she must be. The reply came, ' still looks delicious but you were late, you must pay a price, push it further inside you with your fingers, want you to feel full, but don't cum, that is for me, and of course a picture'. Her fingers.