Reaching across my body and grinding his dick against my flat hand till finally he works his hands back down to my ass. This time without pretending i... was an accident he poured a lot of oil down between my ass cheeks. I didn't clench. There was no point. He was almost done with the massage and I could leave. His hand snaked its way down following the oil to my balls. Grabbing them hard and pulling them down between my legs so he could see them. He finally let go of my balls and worked his hand. “You should have heard how the volume level went up at that. But there were a couple bridesmaids, I think they were from the groom’s side, they looked extremely uncomfortable to begin with. But that business thoroughly scandalized them.”“So Kathryn did she…?”“You could tell the guy, the dancer I mean, you could tell he kind of thought about it for a second. But then he pushed her away and tucked himself back in, wagged his finger at her, like ‘naughty, naughty.’”“Huh,” said Dale. “Maybe he was. I resigned myself to the inevitable and simply chose to ignore it and got back to my work. My sigh was a mixture of relief at finally saying farewell to Mo and partly at the mountain of stuff I still had to do.Somehow, I managed to survive the rest of that week and the weekend was a resounding success judging by the size of the bonus I was given. I had high hopes of some repeat and new orders coming in on the back of it. I had to ring round all my ladies and thank them for their hard work and. ? It was though he’d been transported back to that day when he retold the story. He’d cried some when he talked about it. But he described every shriek of his friends, every twitch and spasm of their bodies in such detail and with such emotion that Lauren and Kim couldn’t help but be affected. The girls should have been saddened by the tragedy, by the senseless loss of life. They should have reached out to Jason in sympathy, in a shared humanity. But they weren’t sad. They weren’t the least.