Reaching for the oil, I straddle his lower back so I can start with his neck. I squeeze a half-dollar sized amount of oil in my palm and work it betwe...n my hands. My fingers slide over his shoulders and neck. His arms are up and crossed, resting his head on them as he faces straight down. I work equally on both sides, listening to him moan. I wiggle myself down over his ass, letting him feel my pussy on his skin. I kneel now between his legs, so I can drizzle a good amount onto his back. I lie. It might even be the only one in thecastle. I wondered if what I'd assumed about its purpose had any basisin fact."Who built it," I asked, "and when?" In the mood for a history lesson, eh? Well why not. Our line startedwhen my ancestor Heller was ennobled by the Holy Roman Emperor for hisvalour during the Crusades and awarded these lands. The castle wasbuilt by his grandson Manfred, the third Count von Rumstahl and scourgeof the Ottoman Turks, early in the fifteenth century. The village. Annabelle had gotten a step ladder from somewhere and there was now a large metal box sitting on the ground just below the sign posts.“First we wire you up,” Annabelle said cheerfully and pulled a bundle of wires out of the bag. Each of the wires had a square electrode pad on the end of it. Annabelle had Nicole stand with her arms out straight and her feet widely spread and began attaching the pads all over Nicole’s body.After working for several minutes, Annabelle patted Nicole on the ass and. Robin chuckled. "I doubt it unless of course Matty has the gift of eternal youth but even so I'd have thought she was past child-bearing age." I jolly well hope so." I bet they do too."There was further laughter and then they cuddled silently and happily for a few minutes. Lottë broke the silence."I'm feeling a bit peckish." So am I." Come on then. Let's go and find some lunch. Actually, I've got a treat for you: a pork pie." Yum!"After lunch they drifted back to the sofa and each other's.