The routine continued for several weeks and I could tell she really enjoyed it. One week she came home and slipped into her bedroom. When she came out... I noticed her hose was black, not the normal tan she had on when she entered the house. She routinely said she would like a foot massage. As I rubbed her feet she told me her legs were also sore. My hands slowly slid up her legs with long rubbing strokes. She slowly pulled up her skirt to reveal her stockings were thigh high and appeared to be. Her nipples stiffened, as the fantasy developed where she was the object of both men's attentions. Her hands moved to grip her breasts before she could stop them.Lady Astley caught the movement and the distant look in her dresser's eyes. She glanced at the cape, lying on the floor of the wardrobe. The idea came to her that, if Arielle was so excited at the idea of Tom and his father, then perhaps it would be amusing to arrange for such an interlude.'I've changed my mind, Arielle, ' she said,. Well, I was a bit sore on Sunday and yesterday, but I’m fine today!”“You were a bit overenthusiastic given the circumstances, but I’m not about to complain!” I chuckled.“I hope not! Anyway, Charlie said that she needs a roommate next fall and I wondered if you would be OK with me moving in?”I suppressed a groan. I should have said something to Charlie about not saying anything to anyone until I’d had a chance to talk to Jessica and Kara about it. It wasn’t that I was opposed to Tasha moving in,. ‘You are incredible,’ he said. Unfortunately, he said it with ambiguous intonation. I had no idea whether it was a compliment or an accusation. ‘You make it absolutely impossible not to love you,’ he said as he crushed me in a hug. ‘Do you really think that’s why I work so hard?’ ‘Jeff, you keep working even after you’re done. You get a problem completely worked out and then you keep working at it, like there was something you might have missed.’ ‘There might be.’ ‘But there never is. You keep.