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“Sit here on the edge, right in front of me.” Taking a moment to gauge Brian’s seriousness with a cool glance, Kelly gave him a wide, expectant smile and complied, shifting out of the easy chair across from him and onto the corner of the bed, fitting the curves of her butt snugly into the space between his legs. “Oh c’mon,” Kelly scowled as she realized his plan. “Don’t tell me you think just a backrub is gonna--” Then his fingertips were pressing deep into her skin, and the rest of her unspoken thought seemed to tumble out into space and shrink quickly into the distance. Brian’s strong hands undulated in a calm, steady motion, firmly squeezing and softly gripping, kneading and shaping the stiff muscles atop her shoulders and along the base of her neck in a way she hadn’t believed possible. “Haaaah,” Kelly breathed, her eyelids fluttering. “Well, don’t ah, d-don’t stop though-oooh-ooohhh…” He was tenderly sliding down the taut muscle on either side of her spine now, rolling his thumbs in savory little circles that seemed to transform her tensed muscles into sensuous jelly. “Ohh-okay,” Kelly mouthed, “How’d… mmm, how’d you get so good at… ahhh, at… this?” There was a confident, even possessive quality in the way he was handling her, somehow making and unmaking her with the luxuriant force of his hands. With each wave and crest he expertly pulled and rubbed and pinched Kelly’s flesh until he was eliciting whimpered exhalations from the dark-haired beauty. “My girl--, well, my ex- girlfriend had some problems unwinding sometimes, so I managed to get plenty of practice,” Brian admitted. No need to mention how it got to be this stupid subservient thing, or how Chloe just got to expect it of me, without ever having any appreciation. “How is it?” “I’m like, I’m fuckin’ melting here,” Kelly cooed, her upper body wavering back and forth with her breath. “Fuck, this is, this is … hwah? Why’re you stopping?” “I’ve got to,” Brian withdrew, flexing his fingers. “I can be a little rough and with your shirt on, without lotion I might--” “I have lotions,” Kelly interrupted, giving him a sly glance over her shoulder. “Lotions, moisturizer… might even have lube in my purse. Look, I can take off my shirt, and… well, you can keep going, you know?” She arched her back against him, accentuating the thinly-veiled double-meaning in her words by subtly pressing those magnificent breasts of hers together with her stretching arms. One of the straps of her tank top had loosened and begun to slide down her shoulder. “So, I passed your dare, then?” Brian calmly conjectured, shifting back away from Kelly on the bedspread and working his hands one last time before nonchalantly relaxing them in his lap. There were a lot of discreet ways he could disguise his ardent erection, and he had been shamed into learning many of them throughout the course of his last relationship. Kept my cool, everything’s fine, Brian assured himself. If I can just… adjust myself out of this fold in my pant leg, no one’ll know the-- “I didn’t say indian you passed, yet,” Kelly pouted, turning further towards him and looking crestfallen. “You didn’t even finish.” Finish? The hell do you mean, finish? You keep making sexy noises when I have my hands on you, I really will finish, Brian thought, steeling himself to keep his composure. “Well, Stephanie?” he managed. “Y-you, uh, I think he passed,” Stephanie mumbled, her face red. “You didn’t say how long he had to plea… um, how long he had to make you feel good. That was, ah, wow , though. You wouldn’t happen to be a physical therapist, or, or a masseur?” “Nothin’ like that,” Brian said, giving her a lopsided grin. As I took in another sweet smelling breath of the fresh hay King began breeding me as I felt his cock twitch deep inside me followed by the warm sensation of his dog semen flowing ever and ever deeper into me. This is when I glanced over at the door way to the hay mow to see my paternal widowed grandmother, who also lived on the farm, watching me getting stuffed by King. 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To break the ice after that lusty display by Manya, someone suggested that they all go to the large water tank on the yard below for some final dunking. “Yeah, that’s okay!” The effeminate man emerged quickly from the office, happy to follow James' orders. Did we sleep together? The man ran into a burning building, used a beam to wedge and lift Slaughter’s own vehicle, which had flipped and trapped the man underneath. Once he was holding it, Viktor went back to the side of the pool table and carefully made little adjustments on the nipple clamps causing them to tighten more, digging the metal teeth more into the sensitive nipple flesh increasing the pain there.