She had been ever since the days when she was Head Girl at St Trinian’s Convent (her nickname was ‘Spanker’). She’d kept her husband Philip on...a tight rein all their married life, ensuring that her every need – including a month-long winter break in the Caribbean with her sister - was bankrolled by his generous gilt trader’s commissions from the City of London. Ursula Harrows had never set foot in a supermarket.Working from home during the Covid pandemic, meek middle-aged Philip had lately. " Oh--so do you talk to them now?" Sometimes," Eddie admitted. "My brother lives about two hours away; he sends me a Christmas card every year, but he won't introduce me to my nieces. My mom calls every six months like clockwork. At Christmas, and on June, for my birthday. She and my father live about fifteen minutes away from my brother. I get an invitation to Christmas every once in a while, but I never go. Jase is my family, and unless they're going to accept that, then I don't need to. “I’m glad you like it. It’s one of my favorite smells. Pour a little into your hand and rub it into your arms.”Amaya did as he commanded. The lotion was thick and warm in her fingers. Amaya massaged her left arm and moaned as the hot liquid melted into her skin.“Look at yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see,” Wesley commanded.“My skin is shimmering from the lotion,” Amaya said. “I’m doing my other arm now and both limbs are glowing.”“Use the oil to massage your legs,” Wesley said.. They took up the position they had when they'd first begun their foreplay: Jack against the headboard, Allison straddling his lap. They kissed some more, but it was only so long that they could hold off from doing what they really wanted to do.Not letting their lips part, Jack lifted Allison about a foot above the bed. She helped by pressing down with the part of her legs that was still touching the mattress. He pulled her forwards, and broke their kiss to look into her eyes. They shone with.