Spurt after spurt of my semen fell on the wooden table. My masseuse kept on jerking my rod as I emptied myself completely of a week’s worth of sperm... Slowly, I came down from the high of my orgasm and lay down completely on the table. He gently turned me around and wiped my dick with a cloth.He continued the massage for some time after that, occasionally rubbing my flaccid penis. I was completely exhausted and just lay there as his hands roamed over my naked body. When he was done, he gestured. Well, at least she wasn’t accusing me of anything... “Right...” Voss replied, “Well, we’re off to the northeast pass, right? Judging from the directions you mentioned, it should only take us til about noon to get to where that party camped, so we may as well get going.”With that, our not-quite-together party was off.The ground elevation started to increase substantially before we even got out of the city. The actual city gate was at the top of a hill, then rolled down a short slope before. “Thank you.”I then apologized for not knowing more French. He walked toward me and asked, “How did you know I was Canadian?”I pointed out his suit. I then further explained that he looked very pale and was different looking from the rest of the guys near the Pier. He laughed and introduced himself. “I am Jack and hail from Montreal."I smiled encouragingly and replied, "Nice to meet you, Jack. I am Lindsey." Taking this as an invitation he asked, “Do you mind if I walked with you?” Jack was. Elizabeth did a lot of the cooking and James did the bar shifts so they rarely went to bed at the same time. Tonight was no different. They had a coach booking of more than twenty people and they had both been slaving away for more than fourteen hours as usual. James had just shut the bar after having a group stay up having “one for the road” and it was now 11.30pm. James trudged up the stairs and glanced out of the window on what was a very nice summers evening. It was mid June and they had.