We continued to message each other all the time and got along well. Eventually, we were able to set up another “meet”.Jim arrived at our house mid...-morning and met me in the man cave (the same place as their first “date”). The door was open so he knocked on the door frame and then walked in. The first thing Jim saw was the massage table I had set up in the middle of the room. Tammie loves getting massages and I love the excuse to get my hands on her naked body, so buying a massage table a few. Frank moved up beside her and kissed her breasts, then gently bit each nipple in turn, tweaking, twisting and pulling them hard, causing her to flinch with the mild but pleasurable pain.Suddenly she felt an ice cube rubbing against one of her already erect nipples making it stand up even harder. Then of course the ice cube was applied to her other nipple, but she was startled when she felt it tickling her under her exposed armpits. It was a strange sensation.More ice was applied to her belly. I sat at one end of a sofa, vaguely thinking that she just might join me when she had finished preparing the drinks.“Your folks out?” I finally enquired.“On vacation,” she called from the kitchen. “Back in three days I think. You want some cookies?”Sam came back into the room with two mugs of coffee and a plate stacked with cookies that we snacked on while we laughed at some stories of the days we worked together and the people we knew. She did sit next to me as I’d wished, but not too close. I. She's screaming and sobbing with each thrust of your fingers, each rotation of your thumb against her clit. She's kicking, clawing, trying to get away, but no matter what she does, she can't change the fact that your body is pressed against hers, your fingers are in her pussy, and her hips are bucking with them.It wasn't easy to tell at first; she was struggling hard, and violently too.But as your fingers do their work, you begin to notice a rythym to her struggles... one that times perfectly.