He warmed several containers of variously scented massage oils in a large bowl of warm water, plugged in the cord that extended from one of the table ...egs and ran through a checklist of tests on various functions. He had just completed all of his preparations when Trey softly knocked on the door."May I help you, Madame?" Trey giggled a little and then tried to sound serious, "Yes, my good man, is this where I come for my massage?" "Oh, mais oui, Madame. Let me help you onto the massage table.". And for that matter as well, Sara were both safe with you.”At that point Tom walked over to me and handed me another scotch with the order to, “Drink this.”I also told him Mindy had told me about her suicide attempt (very pained look on Tom’s face), and what else Julie had told me about both of us being forgiven.After talking this second time for another 30 minutes, both of us just sit there quietly.“Yeah, you’re right Alan, that story is even more amazing” he said.“Since Mindy told you about. I reached the bench that I had been told to come to. I looked back, but couldn't see the men I had just been with, since the bench was obscure by a garden and some trees. I was in tears when I arrived."Why did you make me do that?" I cried"Don't cry."My tears stopped but I felt terrible."I didn't want to do that, but you told me to and I did." You will do anything I tell you for the next three hours."I felt like myself again. "No I won't." I answered and started away."Stop!"As much as I didn't. Then she ran off with a guy from down the street. As I said: no big loss.Kylie and Mike were old enough to look after themselves most of the time as I was doing two full-time jobs to make ends meet and give the kids a good education and all that crap. But Justin was a young sensitive kid. Blond, beautiful blue eyes, naturally tanned skin. People, both male and female, would stop to look at him in the street. And that cute cocksucking, cuntlicking smile of his. His brother and sister never had.