Did I really love Michael? I didn't stay with him for the money; my parents had left more than I would ever need. Even Granny would accept my leaving ...im, if only after lots of tears. Damn, I would have to put some effort into getting Granny laid. We spoke about sex, about my sexual activities, often enough. She said she still could get wet, masturbated from time to time, but just hadn't bothered to find a man with a cock like Michelangelo's statue of David.It took a while before I got to see. I got up and unlocked the door.“Hello Sir, Reception lady told me to come here for massage”, The man said.“Well yes, come in”, I responded.He came in and introduced himself as David. He was a in his late 40s, stocky but muscular. He wore a while lungi and T-shirt and carried a bag, which had all the things he needed for massage.Mansi was watching him with interest from a corner of the room as David laid a clean white sheet on the ground, put down some bottles of oil, few dry towels and napkins.. He always seems to know when one of us needs a little something special, and he’s there to hold us, kid us, or screw our brains out as need be.”Ada turned partially around to look up at the Clan Queen as she stood directly behind the older woman – although Ada now appeared to be about thirty at the most. “But I just can’t fathom us all in that big bed of yours. I mean, how does he, uh... manage?”Diana gently pushed on Ada’s shoulder so she would turn back into position. “We’ve told you he’s. He really was dragging ass this morning, and knew that he needed some sort of extra motivation to get going. Knowing Justin, he had gone to bed early last night, and was going to be bouncing off the walls ready to go. That guy could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, always positive and shit. Very annoying, but he was good to have around for early morning sessions. Unfortunately, Scott’s brain was still thinking about the Ruth-Ann mess that he had created, and he was not getting mentally.