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They’ve danced around each other for years, the time never quite right, always someone else between them.
But now, here in this secret place, their hideaway, they come together. Every muscle tingles under the touch of skilled, experienced hands.
He’s helpless as strong yet gentle fingers press in and upwards from ankle to thigh, claiming every inch and onto his tight, round arse, easing the tension in one area, causing intense ripples of pleasure to flood others.
With a jolt the reverie is broken and he’s standing there.
“Dr Hobson, are you okay, you look flushed?” James asked with concern.