” She watched as he turned to obey, smiling with satisfaction as he selected a large ball gag that he could barely get his teeth around.He buckled t...e strap behind his head.“One more notch, please,” Allison scolded and felt pleased with the grunt that came from Gordon as he pulled the gag’s strap tighter. She gestured to the vaulting horse that Cerys had bent Gordon over on their last encounter. “Over that. Bend down!”Ignoring the ropes that Gordon had laid out so carefully, Allison turned to a. ” She took my hands and pushed them aside, then quickly covered my groin with her hand. She massaged it skillfully. I asked her how she learned to do that and she said nothing, but just smiled. The back of her right hand kept touching my sack.She told me to turn over. I did, making sure to cover my back side. She promptly removed the cover and massaged my legs all the way up to my buttocks. She then began kneading them deftly. It was as if she was squeezing all the stress out.Eventually, I just. We all headed for the bar. The talk among the girls was all branch gossip and very little about the course. Evie and I were soon in conversation by ourselves. The chat was informal and about everything in general. Then Evie said,"You'll make a good first aider Ann. You've got healing hands. When you were touching me, I felt wonderfully relaxed. It was almost sensual. Have you ever thought of giving massages?" This brightened my day considerably. This was a come-on surely! Looking her straight. My hands can barely wrap around the girth, yet his groan is ragged and almost desperate when I stroke up and down his length with both of my hands tightly squeezing. His eyes clench shut as he endures the decadent torture of my ministrations. A steel grip fastens around my wrist and wrenches my hand away. I look up at him, my breath catching in my throat at the ravenous look on Grayson’s face. He ravishes my mouth with his own, his hands gripping hard on my hips, and an unholy inferno explodes.