Mandi pats the rug next to her and invites Rick to join her. Rick sits next to her on the rug then Mandi hands Rick a cold glass of iced tea. He drink... it down in one swallow. Mandi smiles and says, ‘Lay down on the rug on your belly, please.’ Rick does as she asks then Mandi helps him out of his tee shirt, pours some flavored massage oil onto her hands then she sits on his lower back and gives him a nice slow, shoulder, neck and upper back massage. After she finishes the massage, she leans. Waiter kept the dinner on the table and then after 5 min he served the dinner in the Shantanus room and left. Shantanu came back took out entire stuff from the wardrobe. In the mean time Neha was enjoying the drink I knew that cocktail of beer and Vodka would show its effect it was visible as Shantanu resumed his foot massage and now he has gradually started moving his hand over the knees for which she was not objecting rather she had loosened the robe some what I could feel the dick of. Carl had been preparing the site for the past week. There was a fire pit that he had lined with rocks and already placed wood at for a fire. Carl had gathered half a dozen tree limbs that were about three or four feet long and about two inches in diameter as well as kindling and several larger logs. Carl had a very special purpose for the long, slender tree limbs. The fire pit was near a pair of young oak trees, each with a diameter of about eight to ten inches. Carl had already placed ropes. Wind-blown strands of hair cross my cheek; and your fingers are warm as they brush the hair aside, tangling at the back of my neck. The air smells damp, of dust and rain and the scent of your skin. There is electricity in it, too, from the storm, and from the desire flashing between us. The temperature is dropping and the wind picks up, but I don’t want to go in yet. I want to wait for the rain. Your arms tense around me possessively and pull me closer. I shut my eyes and lose.