But, I didn't stop massaging Betty, not for a minute, I was soon back down on her abdomen and below, making sure to retrace my steps where I knew so w...ll now that she wanted me to go. I had three fingers in her and my other hand circling her clit as I wondered just what was going through her daughter's mind right at that moment. Then, reflected in the dresser mirror, I saw Susan, wine glass in hand, sit on the living room sofa, facing the bedroom door, watching me from my back, as I massaged. .. been a while since we’ve cuddled...”Zoe smiled. Her red lipstick matched her dress. No wonder men and women were falling over each other to sleep with her. Those lips were made to give pleasure. “Cool. I’ll fetch Uber.”We waited just inside the door of the club until the bartender shooed us out so that he could clean up and get home. The Uber driver pulled up shortly and we rode the ten minutes to my home north of downtown. We said little, and I closed my eyes for the last couple of miles. "Are you the guy who . . . ?" Yes, please come right in.I don' t want the motel owner seeing usdiscussing things here."TARA entered the motel room, and the man closed and locked the door quickly behind her. She looked around and didn't see any ropes on the bed or anything."What should I . . . ?" TARA asked, not finishing her sentence."Oh, I suppose. . . sitting on the bed? Would that be okay?" he asked.TARA sat nervously on the bedside and started unbuttoning her red blouse,but then stopped.. He pondered over the task he would be faced with, and the workload, the overtime needed and its effect on Sam. Julie couldn’t cope with his long hours, and he wondered if Sam could.Now settled in the living room, side by side on the sofa, Sam remained silent, and Aidan knew the depth of self-control she was exercising, and thus how keen was her desire for a life with him, an urgency to try to convince him. Indeed he felt the same: he wanted to be with her, but first she needed to understand his.