I moan slightly and my breathing quickens.Mark turns me over on my back. He begins to work on my neck, shoulders and arms. He drips the oil on my ches... and starts to rub my breasts. First gently, then with more force. I moan as he continues to discover more of my body. Mark's hands move down to my torso and sides. He repositions me and begins to lick my feet and toes I squeal as he rubs my feet. Putting more oil on his hands, he strokes my legs. Up and down with long, slow strokes until he. "Good evening, Mr. Steelforth!" he exclaimed as he waived me past the stage door checkpoint. "If you came to see the dancers I can tell you most of them are up in the second floor rehearsal room doing their warm-ups."As I entered I heard the cacophony of excited voices and other sounds one can always hear backstage at any theater before a performance. I also smelled the familiar aroma of greasepaint from the nearby makeup room where some of the dancers were getting their faces done. I wondered. The walls had pictures of various tennis matches and the mantelpiece of a large roaring fire was full of tennis trophies. Bradley spotted me looking, “My beautiful wife and I are not just a successful pairing in marriage but were also tennis champions, and indeed now successful in business,” he laughed. I smiled and laughed with him. Felicity moved over and gave him a warm hug “Yes louise my dear I have had a wonderful life since I married Bradley.” He bent and kissed her on the lips with a. The Patriarch added while waving one hand dismissively:"You'll hopefully excuse the quality of the cups. I try to dispense with pomp and luxury wherever applicable. In essence, I am quite a simple man. If only you could see that."Ursempyre was still looking at the Patriarch dumbfounded, not as much because of the Patriarch's ability to instantly and at will seemingly conjure whatever items he pleased, but more so because of what he was saying, or trying to imply. The Patriarch was not in any.