On Tuesday nite, Buck gave me a great back massage with warm sesame seed oil. (I just love the way that kind of oil feels – so smooth and silky.) He...rubbed my back for a long time like he always does and then put some of the warm oil on my butt cheeks and thighs. He massaged the oil into my legs and butt cheeks then poured some of the warm oil into the crack of my butt. That felt so good back there. When he slid a finger into my asshole, it was sooo wicked and nasty. I felt relaxed, very. Certainly there are rules, rules that pertain to almost everything, but when you live in a city, you realized that most rules are actually guidelines, and can be adjusted to fit a particular situation. The mail carrier was no dummy, but opted to join Jerry at the deli, if for no other reason that to find out which rule needed temporary adjustment.They had an enjoyable lunch. Jerry had introduced himself and given the mail carrier his business card, identifying him as the owner of Harriman's. Jemma sat down on the chair opposite Mike, crossed her beautiful long legs (slowly just so Mike could catch a glimpse of her pink panties) and began to play with her crystal that hung between her breasts. ‘How are you and Abby?’ Jemma moved the crystal slowly so the light would reflect into Mike’s eyes. ‘We’re going good, been together about a year and a half now.’ ‘Aww good, I’m so pleased for you guys.’ Jemma continued toying with her crystal as Mike began to stare at it. ‘Yea, we’re very. Naturally she read them, and was appalled at what she read. He was bribing contractors, federal inspectors, shuffling hidden money to his foreign clients, taking almost twice as much back for the clean money, and slipping the rest slowly into his business. He was literally making millions on this. What upset her most of all, though, was most of the clients he dealt with overseas, a part of his business she was never allowed into, were either out and out terrorists, or those sympathetic to their.