.. is that you are not Lady Minerva. Well not, the Lady Minerva who I met and fell in love with a couple of years ago down at the Cliff Head Hotel, yo... aren't. And by the way, the Lady Minerva who I now know for sure, fell in love with me."A bit of a bluff, I know; but we were both playing a bluffing game, by that point."Where is Kylie; what have you bastards done with her? She'd better be alive, or I'll see that you never get out of prison alive, young woman!"I must have been shouting by then,. He left it there as I paused my grinding; I felt so stuffed and the cock in my ass made it a little uncomfortable. I was basically on all fours not moving; I let them do the work so I could concentrate on the cock in my mouth. Andrew was now slowly fucking my ass; Mathew was raising his hips to me while I sucked Nathan’s cock. Eventually I did get mobile and started to push my ass which helped Mathew as his cock would almost slide out. It must have been 15-20 minutes before Nathan erupted in. Our individual responses each time were seismic, shaking orgasms.We’d feed the fire of our fantasy every time we visited our local massage parlor. One room for couples had us naked and draped on separate tables. Sometimes, though, we were lucky enough to share the double-wide table room. It was intimate – lying next to each other and holding hands while the fingers of our individual masseuses glided across our bodies.We shared smiles, winks, and knowing glances while being massaged – especially. I peered through the rain spattered windshield, between the squeaking wipers in a vain attempt to make out the names written on the overhead street signs. ‘I really should get some glasses,’ I muttered to myself as my eyes squinted to see through the driving rain. This was the first time I would be meeting a girl off the internet. And although we had been exchanging emails regularly and even talked on the phone a few times, I was more than a little surprised when she called me earlier that.