I was sitting in the chair opposite her talking away but also glancing at her sexy feet and the red high heels shoes she had been wearing earlier lyin... beside her chair when out of nowhere she asked me why everytime were out that im always staring at her heels and feet . if i had of been just on the beer i would of made some stupid excuse up but with the vodka head on i just blurted out i want to cum over them and started laughing . she went silent for a few seconds andi was waitting on her. All you have to do is put it in just before you get there and KABOOM, money in the bank!”“There is a little bit more to it than just that,” Rebecca continued. “You see, he will be riding with us the whole way; him and his wife.” “Wait a minute,” Karen said as she thought about exactly what Rebecca had said, “riding?”“Yea,” Rebecca stated as she dug her hand hard into her own crotch, “we will all be riding motorcycles.”Even I was surprised to hear this from Rebecca. She had never mentioned. Her taste was usually the more rugged type but Paul seemed more intellectual. He had worked as a fund manager on Wall Street where he was used to handling vast sums of money. He chose to travel cross-country on public transport because, as he said, ‘I like busses.’ She had found herself enjoying his company more than anyone else she had ever known. She was normally fiercely independent but suddenly all she wanted was for him to pick her up and sweep her away. She had only felt this way once. We chatted while she massaged me and I asked her how long has she been doing private messages. She replied that's it's only her 3rd month now as it took her a year to save up enough money to by the portable massage bed as well as a fixed one at her parents house, to buy suffient stock of oils as well as towels and all the odds and ends she needed. although her dad did help her out with some of the payments.I said that's so awesome that you studied and worked hard to get where you are. She had.