Pouring more warm oil on my buttocks, he presses his fingers even harder, as his hands explore from side to side. I moan slightly and my breathing qui...ckens.Mark turns me over on my back. He begins to work on my neck, shoulders and arms. He drips the oil on my chest and starts to rub my breasts. First gently, then with more force. I moan as he continues to discover more of my body. Mark's hands move down to my torso and sides. He repositions me and begins to lick my feet and toes, I squeal as he. As Declan lay on his bed afterward, still intoning his thanks, I felt like getting up and going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decided against it, however, not wanting to offend him. Perplexed and concerned, I fell asleep after that.The following morning as I awoke Declan was standing next to my bed with a hard-on. As I looked up at him he smiled awkwardly and said, “You see… no remorse.”Before I knew what was happening he was astride me with his legs pinning my arms to my sides, and then. Double-glazed windows with internal wooden venetians and nice, non-fussy curtains looked out to the streets and the canal from both rooms. She would be there a week with a hefty schedule, so she was glad of the space and the additional privacy of being on a corner of the building. Em had been to Amsterdam a couple of times before. The first time she also had a weekend to herself. She’d gone to a little unlicensed cafe down a side street near the Red Light district on the Saturday afternoon,. Now I finally had him hanging out in the living room and chatting with my loving husband.After dinner we all were having some drinks. I excused myself and went upstairs; so I could get into something more comfortable. I changed into a tight jean skirt with no thong at all, a short white tank top and some sexy black stilettos.I returned to the living room and they were talking about soccer…Feeling a little bold I decided to sit down next to Jamie this time.As they kept talking I could not help.