" You may rest assured, dear Betty, that I will always wear that mail whenever I go out to chase the bad guys. After all, I don't want me to die any m...re than you do!" Jason smiled at this, and Betty did too. Betty didn't forget the incident, but did stop nagging about it.The next day, Jason put on some workingman's type of clothes and went to survey the building at 313 Easom St. He wandered around as if he were just another idler killing time until a gambling house or cheap brothel opened for. She asked me to be seated while she wanted to dress herself up. After she came dressed in a salwar kameez we started to dislocate the table so that we are able to carry it easily. As she worked with me I was eyeing her assets and sometimes got a glimpse of her fair cleavage as well. We spoke like friends and were helping each other occasionally brushing our bodies against each other. Once done she helped me carry the table in parts downstairs. As she was struggling to hold the table parts close. He introduced himself as Adam and apologized that her regular masseur, Leah, had been taken unexpectedly ill and that he was standing in for her.A little unsure of how she felt about submitting her body to a male masseur, she stepped back to survey him. He was tall, tanned and clearly well-toned under his simple masseur’s uniform of white tee shirt and pants. His dark eyes twinkled with humour and his handsome features suggested a gentleness and warmth she had seldom seen in a man. Just looking. Then he poured some wine on her nipples and leaned over and sucked the wine from them. “Mmmmm that is the best tasting titty I have had in a long time. Fuck, I want you doll!” Before he could do anything she stopped him. She then grabbed her wine glass, got between his legs. She grasped his cock, and christened it with wine. Following that she moved and straddled him. She grabbed his member and began rubbing it back and forth, and side to side, all over your pussy lips and clit. She then guided.