Once he finished with my arms, he drew back so that his lean body was pressed against my own. In this position, he slid his arms beneath my armpits an...d began to lather up my chest as he held me close. I could feel his own pectoral muscle, nicely defined, yet not overdeveloped, pressing against my back as he continued to wash my chest and down to my abdomen. I began to feel a pressure against my bottom as his member began to stiffen. “You seem to be enjoying this a bit much,” I teased, wiggling. I set the away message on my voicemail, packed my stuff in the briefcase and shut down the PC. I hit the men's room before leaving, an hour in the car, and all. No sense creating an unnecessary stop. She was waiting for me when I returned. "Ready?" she asked. "Just getting my bag," I told her. I ducked into my office, grabbed it from the chair where I'd left it and turned to see her start heading for the stairs, a calf and ankle disappearing from my view. Gonna be a long day, I thought, focus! . For a long life, the wind and rain in the past will eventually turn into interesting memories. Now that I think about those things, they are actually quite interesting. It's not like I don't like it or not, it's just a different perspective on the problem. "Qin Yuqiu" had a gentle curve on the corner of his mouth, and with his nimble and slender fingers, he stroked a strand of hair that was blown to his eyes by the wind back behind his ear, and a just right gust of night wind blew his soft. It was written with a permanent marker, and each day Kelly Anne would redraw the word, rededicating herself to Mistress Cathy."Sit down!" Cathy ordered, as she opened her drawer and took out a large spool of strong, soft rope. She began running the rope around Kelly Anne's torso. Soon Kelly Anne was wrapped in rope from just under her breasts to just above her hips. In addition, there was a loop of rope that ran from the center of her stomach, down through her legs, then up under the ropes in.