Its almond oil. Youre getting another massage At first I was a little pissed – what guy wants to go from a fuck to a massage? But her movements were...slow, and coated, she ran her fingers up the small of my back to my shoulder blades and down again, raking slightly, gentle pressure. It felt fucking hot. She swung her leg over so that she was straddling the small of my back as she worked. I could feel, through the lace of her underwear, the raw heat of her crotch, pulsing. And I wanted nothing. She rolled it between her fingertips. His hips pulsed in time with her fingers, but nothing disturbed his mouth, patiently devouring raspberries along the road to paradise. She wondered where he got the self-control? What she could do to break it? What would it take to get him to just throw her down on the blanket and fuck her like an animal? Her fingers clearly weren’t doing the job. Then his lips closed over her clitoris and she stopped caring. Her hands found his head, mashing. She was trembling and covered in goose bumps. She now realised that a new ordeal was about to start. She noticed that Mr Jones and for that matter Mr Mates were unusually in shirt sleeves. Mr Jones was the epitome of formality. He called for Alison to approach him and addressed her. ?Mrs Harper. You are to receive ten strokes of the cane. I will apply five strokes and this will be followed by a further five given by my assistant, Mr Mates. Do you have the consent form?? Laura handed this to him. "I would like a room for the night and a good meal," Dev said, lightly touching his amulet.The innkeeper looked at it then licked his lips nervously."A room and a meal will be six coppers," Dev was informed.Dev was astonished. He knew that the innkeeper had recognized the amulet, yet he was trying to charge him. Dev looked at the man, then reached into his cloak pocket for his personal pouch. He pulled out six coppers and paid the man.Dev put the amulet under his shirt and moved away from the.