...," and I sigh,smiling and accepting the inevitable, reply, "yes, I'd like that."He lets out a breath, with a huge smile, saying, "Good, I thought m...ybeyou....thank you for saying yes."While I like the idea of getting together socially with Roger, I'mstill a little apprehensive of where this may lead. Do I really wantto go there, I wonder.After we finish up, cool down, and change, and are going to our cars,he asks, "Would you like to come in my car? It's not that far and Ipromise to bring. Letting the neck of her dress slowly open, widening the sliver of skin to expose more and more of her breastbone. The string fell to the floor beside her. He knelt in front of her and ran his hands over the curves of her breasts teasing the fabric against her skin. He ran his tongue over her erect nipple through the weave of the cloth and teased it between his teeth. She bit her lip and slipped her fingers through his hair, guiding his face across to her other breast. He pulled back slightly. "You rang all my bells, and blew all my whistles, when we first met. What's happened?"I shrugged, baffled as she was, and a bloody sight more frustrated and angry than her. The truth was I had no idea what had brought on this malady.It wasn't as if I were seeing visions of other women, as I had when fucking Gemma Sloper in Praslin. Gwen stayed as Gwen, although her expression of delight and pleasure soon changed to frustration when Mister Floppy replaced a rampant John Thomas.Although. They were getting rubbed by shirtless, hairy guys. Not very inviting. The other door led to a smaller reception with a lady behind the counter in a full head-to-toe black veil. She opened the door behind her and ushered me through without a word. There was one massage table in a small, nicely decorated and perfumed room. She said, "Strip," and left the room. I took off my clothes and lay down on the table, face down, with a towel over me. She re-entered, grabbed some oil off a shelf and.