"The mall," I shrugged. "Tell Dad I'll call later." As if he'd even care.I wasn't gonna stick around and watch my parents argue, or worse, watch them ...otally ignore each other all day. Fuck that. Everytime they wanted to say something mean to each other they'd just say it to me, since I was the black sheep of the family. Amy the whipping girl, that was me, and I wasn't hanging around for that.The problem was that it was still pretty early yet, so there wasn't anyplace to go. All my friends were. Only the guy wasn't just weird, he was gay. Queer. A notorious ass bandit, in fact.Johnny was scared shitless. He was as straight as they come -- a rough-and-tough jock, a three-year letterman in high school (second in conference rushing yardage in his senior year). He lifted weights and had multiple girlfriends. The thought of letting a queer get at his bare ass, though, now that bothered him.It was an upscale house in one of the better suburbs. Johnny's hand tensed up as he rang the. ”Aran just shrugged. “I figured we’d get a chance sooner or later, Priestess, though bathing didn’t seem all that important compared to Heralds and Trolls.”“Indeed,” Amina said as she turned away. “Come, we will use the bath chamber in my quarters. There is less chance of us being overheard unnecessarily.”They all watched somewhat transfixed as the Priestess swayed through the tall stone columns, her hips rolling hypnotically and her ample bottom wiggling delightfully beneath the flimsy. ”I rubbed her toes, her foot, working my way up her body. I skipped the pubic area, doing her tummy arms, and shoulders. Using a small amount, I coated her face, rubbing her ears gently. I sat back, expecting her to do her intimate areas, and she did a slow, sensual strech. “You missed a few parts, honey. Finish me so I can turn.”My hands shook at first, but soon I was massaging those magnificent mammaries. She arched her back, and clamped a hand over mine, pressing it into the hard nipple. I.