Perhaps my only true friend. But she is not my lover. She is your lover. It is you she loves..." Don't lie! What were you doing together if it isn't w...hat lovers do?" I must explain. I must tell you. She loves you. Not me. I would be happy if it was me she loves. But it is you! You must believe..."At that moment, the door opened behind them and a short balding man in jeans and tee-shirt emerged with the prostitute he had been seeing. Ana took the opportunity to walk off again, with a long stride. She cooed and grunted as I found several calcium deposits , mostly around the shoulder blades. I checked her spine on both sides, popping her in several places. "You are out of alignment, a little in your lower back.." I said as I worked.. " Wha'cha gonna charge me for an overhaul "? she grinned. "No charge, for a friend.." "When did I become a friend?" " It has been said -- The enemy of my enemy is my friend.-- We have a mutual disgust in Stanley,so that binds us to. "Aiden?" She asked as she turned around and her eyes were downcast looking straight at my hand until she shifted her gaze into his lustfilled hazel orbs. She gasped and tried to walk away , but he wasn't having it. He quickly placed his other hand on her other hip locking her place as he turns her around and bends her over the counter.Aiden quickly turns off the stove which had a pancake cooking in a pan. He placed his hard dick right in between the mounds of her huge perfectly rounded ass.. I don’t want to have people overtrain and burn out. And I suspect we’ll find out that Ipanema has that problem.”“From meetings?” Aine asked as we jumped out of the shower. Constance was laying out clothing for us as we dashed into the bedroom.“Do you really think a meeting with that man in charge is pleasant and relaxing?” I asked as I pointed towards the ceiling.“With god? It might be,” Constance said merrily.Ashley gasped. “What? Mark is my god, who are you talking about?” she then sad.