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If we had more time I’d go to her room and grab clothes of her own, but my brothers would be here any minute now.
Wrapping an arm around Rin’s waist I pull her with me over to the balcony.
I hook an arm under her legs, and with my other arm wrapped behind her, I lift her up off the ground.

Footsteps sound in the hall; they’re almost here.
Not giving them one more second to catch up, I jump the fifty feet to the ground.
As soon as we land I throw Rin over my back and begin running into the night.

The sun won’t be rising for another couple of hours, so I have until then to get Rin safely away from here.
We approach the wall surrounding the castle.
With one great leap, I’m already half way up it.
Once at the top I jump down.
Thankfully the outer wall is surrounded by thick woods.

That gives Rin and I extra cover.
I just hope we make it.
To be continued.
Em was at home alone that weekend.
It massage cams was the middle of summer and very hot.
So was she.

Ambrose was away and she was at mid-point in an unusually long gap between business trips.
They kept a massage bed at home and in the summer it lived out on the shaded terrace at the back of the house, next to the swimming pool.

They used it now and again, either themselves or very occasionally with a visiting masseuse or even more rarely a masseur.
Sometimes Ambrose massaged her out there in the afternoon or early evening.
These sessions were always very sexy affairs.

Em would be the naked client and Ambrose would be the nearly naked masseur.
He liked to wear a little hip string with a short and very narrow strip of gold silk cloth at the front when they played their hot massage game.
She liked that.
It reminded her of her favourite sex club in Hong Kong.

She always got a beautiful hot ending there too with a masseuse or masseur, or sometimes both.
All they ever wore were little tasselled hip strings.
Em would kill for hot ending at the moment.

Her pussy had not been licked with a hot tongue or penetrated by a hot cock in ten days and she was horny.
She had no expectation that the new salon’s out call service would provide such benefits.

It was a very straight operation and the therapists there she had used, both women and men, had been very professional.
Nevertheless, she thought she’d book a home massage.
She would enjoy two hours relaxing on the massage couch while someone ironed out her stressed muscles.

It might even lead to Vic the vibrator giving her one in bed tonight.
That would be nice in the absence of the real thing.
Vic was so very nearly real.
She rang the salon.
They already knew her as a regular call-in client.
She usually had a masseuse when she visited the salon.

But this was an out call request and the woman at the other end of the line asked whether she wanted a masseur instead.
At that point her nipples firmed and her pussy moistened.
She replied, after a moment’s hesitation, “A masseur, please.

” She told them she wanted two hours and had a massage couch on the terrace at the back of the house, under cover, that she’d like to use.
The woman told her the massage fee and the call-out charge and added, “These services are confidential.

You make your own arrangements with the masseur if you wish.
His name is Damien.
You’ve probably seen him at the salon.
He’s tall and twenty-three.
” Em’s nipples rose and became rock-hard.

She had indeed seen Damien at the salon and in fact once she had been massaged by him.
She had become secretly hot when his hands went everywhere over her body except into her bikini pants.
She had become especially hot when he had massaged her breasts.


He babe cam had noticed her nipples were hard and erect.
They were difficult to miss.
He had been pinching them gently as he rubbed massage oil into her breasts with firm strokes.

He had noticed she liked that, too, and given her nipples a cam masterbation number of bonus tweaks.
That had been just two weeks ago at her usual Thursday evening appointment when her regular masseuse was unavailable.


Afterwards Em had taken her panties off in her car in the car park and masturbated before going home.
Ambrose had sensed that she had recently come and had immediately led her to their bed and fucked her, very nicely.
He was lovely like that.

Now she had been told she could get a hot massage by private arrangement with a hot twenty-three-year-old man.
Her free hand slipped into the little string she was wearing (it was all she was wearing) and played with her pussy.
She said, “Thanks, I’ll see Damien at three o’clock then.

” Em had a swim and then a light lunch with a glass of slightly chilled pinot noir and coffee.
She debated what to wear for her massage.
She imagined that Damien would arrive expecting to give her a hot one, but he mightn’t be clear just how hot she now wanted her massage to be.

A little sartorial guidance was in order.
She decided on a tiny little pink string bikini that simply corralled her breasts but left them and their prominent nipples uncovered and which down below covered only her currently tiny triangle of hair and nothing else.

That should give him very clear direction on where and how far he could go.
She didn’t expect the little top and tiny bottom would stay on her long.
They hadn’t the last time she wore them, which had been on a boat trip in Thailand.

She had been with a man who had been totally entranced when she slipped off her sarong after they got under way and out of sight of the quay.
It was now nearly three.
She put the little bikini on.
Her nipples were huge and hard.
She put on a sarong.

The doorbell rang.
She checked and it was Damien.
God, he did look hot.

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