I plunged my middle finger all the way in and hooked it toward myself, rubbing along her softness. I ran it in and out a few times, enjoying the emoti...ns playing across her face. A soft whimper escaped her lips as I pulled my finger out. “That’s not enough for you though, is it?” I asked. She looked down at me inquisitively, and was about to question further, when I took the whisk from her. The handle was warm from her palm. She spread her legs a little further, looking down at me. I ran the. One day she did her normal routine, went to the gym, came home and told me she hurt her back doing an exercise. I am an avid weightlifter so I asked her some questions about her form and when it happened, nothing out of the usual. I asked her if I rubbed it for a minute if that would help. She said it is worth a try. After about 2 minutes of her standing and me rubbing the middle of her back, she said it was really feeling better and that she would hop in the shower and get some heat on it. I. Lifting my head, she shoves a large thick pillow under it, "Now you will be able to also watch what I’m about to do to you." Only being able to mumble, I will have to wait and wonder what diabolical activity she is now planning. I was soon to find out.Next she arrives with my portable work light from the cellar that she positions over my crotch area. Taking a pair of scissors from her pocket, (is she going to give me a hair cut there?) she cuts the shorts down the middle and then down each. Sandy’s meeting Matt for a late dinner when he gets off his twelve-hour day shift.That leaves me looking at Deena. She shrugs. “Overcast. No fly. I guess we can just go home.”“Why not?”We said good-bye to Maddie when we headed out across the runway to the house.“Carlita’s in a celebratory mood,” Deena giggled. “Gonna be a sticky night at the Johnson estate.”“Like it won’t be at the Simon place?” I retorted.“If I have anything to do with it...”“Y’know,” I said, “I honestly can’t remember the.