He remembering Cassandra's instructions and managed to enter the back room without stumbling. Cassandra was not there so he called out."I had to get d...essed too," she responded from another changing room.Less than a minute later she exited her changing room and once again Lance could only stare with his mouth open. Cassandra was dressed in soft black leather pants and top. She looked tough and demanding."You look fantastic," was all he could say."So do you," she responded approaching him."I. I help her for a couple minutes then started unbuttoning her shirt. She turned so I could do her bra, and after removing that I again held her, my front to her back, and palmed her tits for a while. I then moved one hand down inside her pants, finding a bare pussy, and gently rubbed her clit gently. After a minute or so of this I opened her pants and let them drop. Celeste kicked off her shoes and pants, then lowered her panties. I led her to the bed and began removing my own clothes while she. People have already started talking about the two of you. She's too young for you, and you come from such different backgrounds." Don't be ridiculous, Bertie. I have no designs on Bea. At least none that incorporate any permanent attachment. I hoped to aid her in some small way, and to prevent her from going back to a lifestyle that would preclude her from being ultimately happy or successful." You can't save people if they choose not to be saved. Bea chooses to pursue her own path. We have to. My birthday was the week before but this was first opportunity that Remington had to give me my present. He had ordered me a masseuse which I thought was incredibly thoughtful. He came in and set up the table in the basement. He light some incense, dimed the lights to a relaxing level, and put on some tranquil music. Remington poured us all a large glass of wine. Both the men left while I undressed. I stripped down to my underwear then laid face down on the folding table. I pulled the blanket.