Kristin moved her hips, rubbing her warm, damp opening against Mitch’s erection, which was trapped between them. Mitch cupped her breasts and caress...d them, feeling the nipples stiffen into his palms. As he worked over the lovely orbs slowly and gently, needles of pleasure stabbed into his hands and radiated down his arms. His hips began moving, thrusting against her, adding to the sensations that were the reward of their pleasure-seeking contact. Kristin reached between them, grabbed his. I was helping her feel comfortable. She excused herself went to the washroom. I thought maybe she was uncomfortable and may take some time to come, but, she changed into a robe and stepped out of the washroom, lay on her stomach on the table.She loosened her robe so that, the legs and back was visible to me to start the massage. Since we were staying in a service apartment, I had luke-warmed the oil which I use, took it in my hands, started massaging her leg. We had soft music (instrumentals). Once they reached the hotel in Miami, Peggy decided to follow another one of Sandra’s recommendations. She booked a special massage with Asa, one of the masseuses who worked in the hotel’s spa. Sandra then escorted Peggy to the hotel penthouse to meet the Mr. Harris. Peggy was booked for a three hour session with the client, she decided to stay for four. He was a young, handsome, virile stud with a few special kinks. He was excited to learn that Peggy was really a married woman cheating on her. Mister Madison chuckled. “Jar, I think you have scared them away. Try humor and harass them as long as it works. Then, we’ll go to Plan B.”‘I would like them to find something else to follow. Jam and I aren’t newsworthy.”“Oh, but you are. First, you are heroes to many. Second, you are both photogenic. Third, you will say things they can use to keep the pot stirred.”He looked at me. “Jar, I know it’s not your way but not responding to them will help get them to lose interest. The worst of them.