“What the fuck? Why are you rolling your eyes at me?” she demanded angrily. “So what is it that I did this time?”“Whatever, I don’t care, ...ust go and get another massage now” I replied.“I don’t see what the big deal is. We’re here to relax, and they are cheap and I enjoy it”“I’m sure”“What does that mean?” The daggers were obvious coming out of her eyes when she said this.“Nothing, just go, I’ll see you when you get back.”“Fine” she said as she practically ran out the door and slammed it behind. .."She sat down on the arm of the chair but this time with hr back to me. I thought, crap I hope I didn't do anything wrong, so I just sat there and waited and went back to looking for music. Then she said,"What are you waiting for? Unclasp it."My heart jumped. Yes!!! It was working! I reached my hands over and fiddled with it and got it undone and the clasp was split. She let the straps fall off her shoulders while still holding the bra up to her chest. She turned to me then let it fall. When. I took her to my place, the house is only small, I down sized when Josie divorced me when she found out about me grooming a girl over the internet after twenty odd years of marriage, but it has a built in garage which you can get through to from the house and the garage door is electric so I just press a button and it opens, and so I opened the door with the remote and we drove in. Where is he? she asked uncertainly as the door shut behind us.. There is no John, just you and me, and youre doing. She cried out with pain, no - with pleasure, no - with pain as he came and came again; her head spinning, the room revolving around her, her eyes clouding. Then mercifully, the thrusting quickly slowed then finally ceased. The room fell silent as they paused motionless, panting for breath, their chests heaving. She could feel his shirt front lightly tickling her hot back as she lay sprawled across the chair, her chest and arms draped helplessly over its hard wooden seat. Vicky felt exhausted,.