He brought chicken and leek soup for dinner, he says. ‘Not sure if I can eat,’ I clear the books off the nightstand but it looks more like my arm ...lailing and books crashing to the floor. You Are Not Your Brain! and other positive-thinking nonsense. ‘It’s good cold, too.’ He sets the tray down and pushes his sleeves up his forearms. ‘Anything I can do?’ But he should know by now. No, no there’s nothing he can fucking do—except maybe stop rhyming his sentences. ‘Thank you, sweetie. I’m fine.’. AT that point she flashed me again and gave me a great big smile. Blushed again. I had to get back to work, dammit. When I went back I checked the video cameras and there she was, with her legs over the side of the Jacuzzi, laying on her back letting the jets massage her pussy. That went on for a few minutes and they swam a little more. Finally getting up to leave, she took her clothes off. Damn, what a body. She made my night.Me to Chip HensonI love working at a hotel that has an indoor pool. 'Pro's'?---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------I held the first Erotic Olympics at my private Paradise Island at the outskirts of seductive Samoa.I personally checked their passports to be sure all girls were still teens at the closing ceremony.I invented the rest of the rules well: all contestants shall be as slender, as sensual Princesses.I invited several teams from Eastern. She ripped her pussy from my face as she stepped back. “Clever to figure out that you can’t die here, but you can still feel pleasure. There is more than one way to break someone.”With a flick of her wrist, she hauled me out of the pit. I grunted, feeling the strain on my joints for a moment. Then I banished it. I was in complete control here. The floor returned and I settled on it. My arms were still held over me, but I wasn’t dangling by them.“Mmm, you have never felt the pleasure of a.