I ask you as Zeppelin is playing on the Classic rock station. "So where are we going now?"I reach over to the bar opening the mini fridge to find a so...a, water or something to drink.I hear you say to me. "Babe, grab me a Pepsi will ya?"You massage my back in circles starting at the middle, then work your hand down to my low back, small circles, kneading your knuckles carefully because you know my tender spots so well.Your hand reaches even lower as I scoot my ass up a bit to crouch on my hands. Jim's head felt clear, but everything else felt different. Funny, those shelves with my sales trophies look like they're up higher now, was his first thought. The cool nylon that hugged every inch of his legs got his attention next, and what he saw when he looked down shocked him and made his blood run cold. The first thing he saw was his cleavage (cleavage?)... there was no denying it, that odd weight on his chest was a pair of perfectly rounded tits, and those were his hips, and those were. Not skinny but far from overweight. She had long shiny brown hair that went half way down her back. While she wore no make-up her face was flawless with a near perfect complexion. Her skin was a beautiful shade of cream. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was nothing short of perfection. It was firm and round and didn't show a hint of sag. This girl was blessed. The t-shirt offered no indication of what may be beneath it until a strong wind blew. On looking round he found that she was completely naked.Kissing the back of his neck she told him how she’d admired him afar for a long time and that she was prepared to surrender her body to him unconditionally.“Do what you like with me,” she said, ”You can stick it any hole you like, spank me, humiliate me whatever you want Roy – I’m yours.”It was a difficult situation for a young man to be in and he responded like any red bloodied American would, he turned around, stood up, grabbed hold of.