Shefirst used a flat metal tool that was rounded at each end, she used thisto press my cuticles up, and after that she picked up a small pair ofcutter...s and clipped away all the skin she had pressed up. Once all myfingernails had been scraped and the old skin clipped off Terri brushed aliquid over each nail, this liquid was cool feeling and she rubbed itgently around my nails. After this she placed my fingers back into thesoapy water so they could be rinsed.All of this attention Terri was giving. On the flipside, at certain times of the year, it can-and will-suck up every moment of time you'll give it.Last night, after a weekend of open houses and showings, I arrived home just after 8:30. My husband, bless his heart, greeted me with a glass of wine and a foot massage. Just what I needed."How was your day?" he asked, rubbing the burning sole of my foot.I leaned back in the overstuffed chair, sighing in frustration. "The Bates' looked at five more houses and still can't make up their. I slowly lowered down into a squat and then into a kneel. It was difficult to keep my balance with my hands so snuggly behind my back, but I was able to do it. I stared up at him, knowing exactly what I was expected to do.I leaned forward and licked the bottom of his erect member. I could feel his veins with my tongue, as they were so swollen and he was so hard beneath them. I was afraid for a minute that I was so turned on I may embarrass myself, drops of my wetness threatening to drop down. We were in a long room, similar to anaircraft hangar, a door beside us opened and a man in darkclothes stepped forward. He was smiling and bowed a little to meand said something in Russian. Sean snapped something back at him and the three of us walkedforward. I assumed our companion was the person we wereexchanging and I felt his eyes on me as we walked. The large door at the opposite end opened and three men in darkclothes stepped forward. 'Please wait,' Sean said and walkedforward about ten.