A professional.My nervousness slowly faded. I breathed in the relaxing cinnamon. She moved her hand down my lower back closer and closer to my plump a...s. She paused and then drizzled the liquid across my butt-cheeks. Her hand slid over my rump, fingers digging into my flesh. I let out a little groan. That felt nice. Not in a sexual way, but just to have my muscles massaged.“Mmm, there you are,” she purred and then pressed the back massager right between my shoulder blades.I gasped at the. None of them were looking my way, but I was checking them out just the same.One, a black lady, REALLY caught my eye. She was dressed for partying and dancing in a little black dress that could be called a jet skirt. Yeah, it stopped right at the cockpit.Instead of heading over to flirt, I sidled up to the bar and ordered a Guinness instead. As I was watching, she got up and danced with a guy. They danced once and when he asked her to stay on the floor, she politely declined and rejoined her. My usual job with the dogs done I called Jennie, May, and Le’andra to the table. I poured four Pepsi’s while they prepared their plates. Like every other week, May’s and Le’andra’s were filled by the time I was in my chair next to Jennie. I noticed there was a tension in the air. In previous weeks the lunch was punctuated with lively conversation. Today’s was marked with a stony silence. I resolved to get to the bottom of it once Jennie and I were alone again.May had finished by two so I. Eamon and the girls were watching telly. Eamon went white when we walked in. The girls were on the settee, together dressed in T’ shirts and white cotton shorts. There mouths opened when they saw Tyson. “This is Tyson girls, get use to seeing him,” I said.“Eamon, tomorrow you are taking Stacey to a couple of places for me, she knows where. Behave and you can fuck her tomorrow when you get back, but make sure you clean up, you understand me?” Tyson demanded.“I understand,” he said nervously.“I’m.