I havesomething that might help," she said.Nervously I did as told. I was surprised to feel her hands rubbing my weltswith some kind of cool cream. In...tantly, my cock started to get hard. Myballs ached. Between licking her and the smooth clothes I had been arousedfor hours with no relief. I felt her step away. A moan escaped my lips."Turn around," she barked. I did as told. Her gaze lowered to my cock."Look at thing. Even hard, if you can call it that, it's barely adicklette," she said. "And. But once I got her relaxed enough, I would start turning it up for it was a necessary part of my plan."Max... " she sighed softly after a few minutes of my back rub. "Undo the back of my dress so you won't stretch the fabric... " she said with even less energy.I complied happily, having gotten tired of the material hampering my style. She gave out several small sighs afterwards, and once I had 'accidentally' unhooked her bra and didn't find her the least bit concerned, I knew it was time to. She met the woman’s frightened stare, and it melted her heart. “Elfi, you’re forgetting our agreement. We concluded that we’re friends. Didn’t I ask you to call me Éowyn?”“Yes, my Lady, but I’m so...”“And so, between friends there should be trust. Can I trust you, Elfi?”“Of course, my Lady!”“Éowyn, dear Elfi.”She drew a quick, steadying breath. “Éowyn.”“You really shouldn’t feel shame, you know. It’s completely normal.”She shook her head vigorously. “I know. That’s not what I ... I mean, I’m. I started making calls. The city morgue was no help. No, they didn’t have any record of Bradley Keane. I called the hospital where Dag is and they said they could only give information to next of kin. I wondered who that could be.Funny.I’ve examined a ton of Bradley’s dirty little plans over the past month. I picked through his email. I looked at his bank accounts. I tracked his travel with Brenda. But I haven’t really found out much about Bradley. I wondered who his next of kin was.I started.