" Crack (harder). "Ooooww...four!" Ted delivered another five rhythmically, and then stopped. Jill, her eyes screwed shut, brow furrowed in pain, flin...ched when the paddle should have fallen, but didn't. "Six to go," he pronounced, "and your ass is a very lovely shade of pink." "So tell me, do you, --" Whack! Ted added a fresh stripe to Jill's glowing butt. Surprise fought with pain for control of Jill's reaction. "Ten," she whimpered. CRACK! The paddle fell again. "Eleven." "I didn't hear you,. If you want to seeit, go take a look at it. I've only been in the entrance and thatwas to pick up a copy of a financial statement from Mrs. Sturk." They left and drove to find it, and found it without any trouble.They saw it was a massive four story brick building. They parkedand sat and looked at it. Finally they went to the entrance. Theyentered and asked the lady at the desk if she was Mrs. Sturk. Thelady said she wasn't and would get her. The lady returned followed by a sixtyish woman who. It was obvious that he had many years and training as a massage ther****t. As he rubbed and stroked, we talked. He told me about starting as a massage ther****t for soccer teams in the UK and coming to California a decade ago and loving it here. He had some "lady friends" but prefered to live alone. He had been an athlete as a young man, so his legs, arms and shoulders were muscular and he had a "buzz cut." A regular, real guy.As his hands begin to move further down to my hips, tingles of. I offered to run Kate back to her place after a social evening in “The Rose’, our local in the town. She had been drinking all evening, even before I arrived but, as I was driving, I was the sober one now. Kate was a pretty divorcee in her mid forties, she wasn’t a super model type with her size 24 frame, and even her coat, her chest appeared big. She had long blonde hair and quite a personality too. This particular evening she was in leggings with a large baggy blouse that ended just above.