You will relax soon enough. Do you mind if I take your pants off? They are getting in the way.” “Na, that’s fine. I don’t mind. Wha...ever you want.” “You might regret saying that later,” she joked. As she slid my pants down, my hard-on poked out the front of my boxers. Amber smiled, “Oh my. What do you want me to do Brett?” “I don’t know. Can you do what you were doing the other night? I liked that.” “I could. Or you could do it to me if you want to.. “Sorry.” He apologized. “I can’t wait.”“I’ll be done in a minute.” I told him.“Maybe I’ll just try it the new way.” He said as he pulled the shower curtain aside and stepped up to the bathtub.I was still peeing, but I only had to lean slightly to my left to have a great view of his actions. He was doing exactly as he had outside the evening before, slowly stroking his hard cock in a manner not inconsistent with jacking off.I was just finishing as he was beginning to achieve some results by. They enter a room, that looks like a mixture of an office and a waiting room. It has a high ceiling and large windows. The bright walls make the room seem pleasant and inviting. Over by the windows, an elderly woman sits by her desk, typing on the computer. She looks at them as they enter and send them a smile."Welcome! How are you?" she says. "Are you the couple with an appointment now?" Yeah, I am Miles, and I have an appointment here at half past ten," Miles says after clearing his throat.. All in all, it was a fairly harmonious existence.It was Paul Cox who walked across the yard each morning at just before eight o'clock, to unlock the gate to the rear parking area at Cox Motors. He would usually hear music coming from the permanently parked caravan and see light through the drawn curtains at the window; but this particular morning there were no such signs. He had visited CJ in the caravan before; but usually at the weekend, and later in the day. This morning, however, he decided.