"Help me," she whispered.Now, my eyes were blinking. I didn't even want to think about not helping her. It was just too tempting. The music started an...d it was the same one known to everyone who had ever danced the tango. That would help both of us, I hoped. I did what Judith had done for me for most of the last three months; I told her every dance maneuver before I started it. Within fifteen seconds it looked to the casual observer as if we had practiced together. She was getting her confidence. I had an array of books, each erotica. I understood more now. Each afternoon I was severed lunch. Each night I was served dinner. After dinner the fun would begin.I never knew what. Sometimes it would be Felicia and Richard. Most nights it was just Richard. We began to talk and he finally explained himself."I needed a wife, and a son. I needed to link my family to one of of both importance and money. You-" Richard shrugged. "You had the family, the contacts to the King, the money and were the. Pushing his knees open, she seats herself between them and gently fastens his ankles into the shackles around the chair legs to keep them apart for what is to come. Applying more warming oil, she begins to work his thigh muscles with her skilled hands, coming dangerously close to his semi-erect member each time and he squirms to try to get her to touch him. She laughs and tells him, “All in good time, Love. Now sit still…” The massage moves away from his thighs and further down his legs. He’s. Kacey and Margaret acted alike so often that they could have been sisters.We arrived at the lake in the early afternoon and after quickly unloading the car, we got down to the business at hand - drinking and laying out in the sun. I must admit that after several hours of lying in the sun drinking, I was admiring Kacey and Margaret's skimpy bikini's out of the corner of my eye. We all finally went into the living room and watched a movie. After several more drinks Kacey and Margaret were very.