He looked around the office and asked, "Should I rent a hotel room or something?" There's no need. I'll lean over the desk and you can do me from the ...ear. It shouldn't take you very long to get off," she answered.She figured that he'd enter her and do some of the old in and out before climaxing. That's what men did. That's what her ex-husband had always done. It wasn't that great, but she missed it anyway."Would you mind sitting on the edge of the desk for a moment?" he asked."Okay," she. The surroundings and setting were great but I committed a minor faux pas in the music programming. Tony Bennett singing ‘I Concentrate On You’ was supposed to be followed by Pavarotti performing ‘E lucevan le stelle’ and Elton John with ‘Your Song’. Somehow, Barry McGuire’s ‘Eve Of Destruction’ worked into the mix, causing me to leap up for the remote as Becky howled with laughter. ‘I think that might have been a mistake, but the chance that it was a subconscious thing exists as well’ Becky. "Call up the marines!" I shouted. A hidden estate guard rose up and ran to the hill-top to call our remaining men. The camouflaged men remained hidden, which sent a wave of pride through me. "They remembered their training," I thought.With the marines alert and summoned, I shouted to the standing estate guard, "Grab a horse and take up the scouting spot on the road. We need advanced warning of any more scouts or that mass of men."He ran off after a grazing horse and the marines stepped over the. You hungrily kiss me and whisper thank you’s into my ear. I turn you around and start massaging your back, from the lower back up to your sore neck, working over and relaxing it. A quiet sigh emits from your throat as I run my hand through your long wet hair and caress you. After massaging I lie back in the tub with you against me, resting. Thinking that after all that work you have to repay in turn, your hand snakes to my crotch and plays with my cock as I moan softly, my hands in your hair.