Where should I start? Well I'm 23 years old, a masseuse (full trained, I have certificates from college), a proper one as well, not of that mucky stuf..., I work in a good hotel, but if you read the story I mentioned above you'll already know that.That's the introduction over, I think the story I'll tell you is the one hinted at previously, it's distressing, very distressing actually, but important, as it's the link I share with Amy, what she saw in me, and is the cloud around the silver lining. “I could sell one or two of my London houses and buy almost anything I liked. Any country estates for sale, Angela?”“One or two London houses! How many have you got?”“Apart from the Chelsea one I was intending to live in, about fifteen that are rented out. I’m not sure of the exact number, today, because two are for sale and I have left bids to buy another three.”“So you’re Alan’s rich brother?”“Depends on your definition of rich. I could walk into a car dealer and buy a Rolls-Royce or a. As you come back down the stairs you notice your fella his work mate and a few other guys are in the living room talking you come in and as you approach you can see some trying to hide smiles you ask your fella if everything is ok and what they are doing he just says the guys are complimenting how amazing you look tonight honey and how lucky I am , you blush and try not to let it show how much your loving all the attention your boyfriend hands you another drink and tells you to drink up hun. She put one of her breasts in my mouth, asking me to suck. As I began to suck her like a lollypop she began to moan, I took her other breast in my hand and began tweaking her nipple, Sheela was moaning in ecstasy. After sometime removed her petticoat and took my hand and placed it on her warm pussy. I knew what to do; I put my finger around her pussy lips and brushed her clitoris. Sheela jumped with delight, she wriggled and writhed about. Sheela asked me to put my finger inside her vagina and.