Her head was at the foot of the bed and her eyes fluttered open meeting his. Luanna glanced up from between the girls legs and winked at him. He could...'t help but smile.He beckoned to the girl and she rolled off the bed and came to kneel between his legs. Her name was Grace, she had been with them for almost a month and had brought in business since the day she had arrived. She was a good Sub. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his thick length and stroked gently. He watched as she. After graduating from Harvard at twenty with a degree in political science, she went into politics and quickly climbed the ladder. She shattered John F. Kennedy's record for youngest president, having taken office at thirty-six. Yet, despite all, even she couldn't stop a major crisis from engulfing her country. Five months after Dean was sworn into office, a major domestic terrorist group known as MASK sent troops from all over the world to the US. Dean mobilized the military and declared war. She combed out her long, silky blonde hair before the mirror, letting it drape loosely over her still taut breasts, and smiling wantonly as one sweet pink nipple peeked coyly out of the strands in the reflection of the looking glass. "Mmmmm" she said to herself as she turned and opened the closet to select her clothing. She was going to be primed and ready when Neal did return all right; maybe after the way she had reacted to oral loving in her dream, she would allow him to try it on her in. To make matters worse, a huge deck was going out on the side, which would put them looking right down and into my massage room, from only about 100 yards away. Dammit, I liked my massage room, big windows facing the afternoon sun, the light filtered in through the branches. My clients liked it, is was private and beautiful. Oh, I could put up screens, plant some trees or bushes to block their view, but that would block ours. Then when the funny looking plants started going in, I blew my stack!.