"You said the results are always the same, so what does that mean?" Bridget asked."It means that, ultimately, Catherine's libido will consume her. She...ll forsake everything for sexual gratification. Eventually it will kill her. But that isn't out immediate problem."Bridget blanched, "What is?" Our main problem is that in a very short time, if it hasn't happened already, Catherine's needs will outgrow her self control, and she'll do something that will lead back to us. We can't allow that to. My cock was getting harder and harder, I must not let you know that, I was afraid to let you know, or you would force me to stop everything, but each time I get my hands near your pussy, your breathing changed, As I finished your upper and lower body massage. I removed the towel on your ass and looked down, I decided it was time, as I poured more oil on your ass, and started working it in, I grabbed a handful of your ass and squeezed, You reached for the blindfold and removed it, and looked. “Sam? Where are you going? Wait! Stop!” said Rina, taking a seat at the table: the table next to my ex-girlfriend and her significant other.I stopped, reluctantly. I turned toward Rina. I was trapped.Lana was already out of her seat and blocking my retreat.“Rina, this is...” I started.“The biggest asshole in the world,” said Lana, interrupting my about to be cold, but polite, introduction.“What the hey...” said Rina, staring at my ex.“Rina, meet Lana Meacham,” I said, “I don’t know the man.”. I had tears well up in my eyes, but fought them back, checking that Katie was still playing safe and ‘Karate’ occupied at the nearby shop.“Sorry about Freddie, Con, I really liked him.”I played Sunday golf with her husband Freddie Evans until seven years ago. He told me that he was diagnosed with a virulent strain of cancer and worried about leaving Connie alone after he passed. They couldn’t have any children, so she had no-one to care for her if she needed help. Connie’s ex-husband beat her.