Evidently this was occurring late at night since she had been wearing a little black dress, a tiny black string, a desirably revealing little black br..., and black stay-ups. Equally evidently, she had thoroughly enjoyed having all these taken off her and especially the hotly sexy way that this was done. She had spectacularly enjoyed how, after the masseur had removed her tiny string, he had used it to further excite her very wet and open slit. He had done this by running the little thing back. He was tense and ill at ease. Calling him had been such a bad idea. She knew he would drive over if she called. Oh, Damn! That peek at Duncan’s profile started those little ripples in her belly again. She was a married woman owing her husband to be faithful. She’d already cheated on him and except for Duncan’s unwillingness to push further over he line, she would have slept with him again. How could she think of him that way, when her husband of these many years was half way around the world?. She had just begun to have a few wet panties but didn’t understand why that happened or what to do about it. She seemed to be behind the sex curve for her age.Niki soon found that he liked to masturbate in her own bed. She was comfortable there and she felt safe. She would completely undress and play with her pussy until she was aroused. Niki’s pussy was small and delicate. It was incredibly sensitive and seemed to quiver and pulse.Eventually, she experienced the spasm of an orgasm but. She would also be with a man. What she had not told Marrat was that she would not be coming back, not tonight, not ever.Perhaps the old man had known that.Her vision had been clear on that point. She saw herself go into the old farmhouse, but she did not emerge, the man she went there to meet didn't leave, but his accomplice did, a woman with shocking white hair, wearing Crissa's cloak. She would die in that old farmstead.Why not go back to Marrat's and hide? she asked herself.Because it would.