I found that I wanted to see Sergeant Bruce and Crystal in the hopes that they might have ideas.My mind was still trying to come up with ideas after K...elsey had headed out saying that her concubine, Ruth had found a surprisingly interesting valley about an hour’s walk to the northwest of our town. She wanted to see the place and was going to hike out there and have a picnic lunch.The grumbling of my stomach reminded me that I had not had much to eat for breakfast. I took Angelique’s hand and. I thanked him and askedwhere he learned how to do that. He told me he was a part timemassage ther****t. He gave me his business card and told me to call and set upan appointment. He then asked if I had access to a jacuzzi.I told him I had one at home and was going to get in it as soonas I got home.He asked if he could come over and use it someday. I said sure,when do you want to come over. He said how about today? I saidsure.Jack then asked if Bob could come over too. I told him thatwould be. He then kneeled in front of me and began taking off my Mary Jane-style sneakers. I watched as he rubbed, kissed, and licked the soles and tops of my feet, he even licked my toes. He carefully pulled off my yoga pants from my waist; I felt my body temperature rise when he started kissing my knees, legs, and thighs. My pussy was getting drenched by minute with each kiss, lick, and touch Randy delivered to my body. Things got even hotter when he smelled my emerald green satin with black lace trim. “How ‘bout: loser has to get a tattoo that says, ‘I suck!’ On his forehead!” Jeff suggested with a broad, self-satisfied grin.“‘I suck’? What are you? Eight?” Bert refused.“Well okay, how ‘bout: loser has to ... loser ... No, wait. Winner has to ... ah, shit! Loser ... uh...” Jeff babbled, trying to compose a new wager on the fly.He didn’t notice his girlfriend rolling her eyes at his stupidity.“Winner gets to drive the loser to the hospital,” Paul muttered bitterly under his breath. He’d only.