Could that be a toe-hold for me? Stimulation from the caffeine to help me hold my ground?She puts the black box on the table between us. It could almo...t be a jewellery box. To me it looks ominous. Threatening. I am expecting something dreadful to crawl out from it. She drinks and watches. I drink and watch the box. She is relaxed. Confident. I am nervous. Anxious. More and more ill at ease as the minutes pass...The chair is hard on my bare bum. I shift and fidget. She calmly waits...She's. I figured today I was only going to get a massage… no Happy Ending. After she repeated the same things on my other side she told me to flip over again. She held the towel up as I flipped over I made sure my cock was pointing straight down again. Then she covered me with the towel again; from head to toe like a mummy. Stretching my body out felt good but I wanted a lot more. After working my back she asked me where the most pain was that I had. I told her that according to my doctor the Sciatic. You are quite handsome, with a strong presence and you seem to enfold me in that presence. You extend your hand out to introduce yourself saying that you are my chef for the week. I smile and hold out my hand and I watch as your hand completely covers mine. At that moment I feel a warm heat flush thru my body, centering between my legs, my pussy becoming instantly wet. You look at me as if you felt it too, your hand lingering in mine. I blush, totally taken off guard by my reaction. What seemed. I dismissed it as mild paranoia and returned my attention to the road.We settled into a regular routine, working hard during the week and relaxing during the weekend, relishing each other's company. Sex was just one facet of our developing relationship as Jenny and I started finding a multitude of activities which we could enjoy together. She accompanied me on several country walks, even laughing when we became caught in a torrential downpour and returned to the car dripping wet.Rumours about.