They both wore the hotel name badges. Mark was the olive skinned masseuse and my powers of deduction quickly resolved that the other was GuyKaren led ...e to one of the tables and then turned, removed her robe and lay face down on the other. I was very aware of my erection as I too removed my robe and lay carefully face down on the table. My cock and balls felt slightly crushed underneath me and it took me a little while to relax.As soon as I'd settled I felt a towel being draped across my. “What do you mean by that?” He said.“Just that l can’t remember the last time,” she replied.“Of course you do,” he said, “it was your birthday, we always do it on your birthday, it’s a nice treat for you.”“Oh yes, of course, my annual treat.”“What do you mean by that,” he replied, “you’re lucky to get it at all at your age.”“Yes, l suppose l should be grateful for small mercies,” she quipped, turning from him, struggling to keep a straight face.Frank gave her a quizzical look, then picked up. Gazing down, she discovered a similarly ornate knife in her own hand; the sharp tip of its blade already touching Sibilius’ bared belly.Almost from the viewpoint of a bystander, she watched her blade make a similar entry in her beloved’s body. The knife handle filled with his blood in the same manner as the one still buried in her own stomach.Gazing into each other’s eyes, each let go of the knife in the other’s stomach and grasped the handle of the knife in their own. At the touch of her own. ”I couldn’t help it, I laughed. At her look of exasperation, I explained, “I’m sorry, Helen, but your language and accent just then ... I apologize.” I could see the twinkle in her eyes as she played along with me. “Allow me to show my sincerity by arranging for you to have dinner with the CEO of the very company you seek.” I paused for a second. “Just to satisfy my own curiosity, why are you so interested in turbines?”Her mother put her hand on her shoulder. “You’ll forgive him, Helen. He.