Chapter Twenty Eight

Colonel Frederick Smyth moaned softly as he felt a wonderful sensation below his torso. It felt so good, he wanted it to reach further down where he ached more to be touched. And just like his thoughts were listened to, he felt warm hands touch him below. He grew hard instantly, and wanted more. More came when the warm hands were replaced by a wet hole or wait...

He jerks and gets up immediately, his eyes grow wide open as he sees Caroline's head appear from between his legs.

“What are you doing?" He asked in a rasp.

“Massaging". She smirks, “You didn't let me finish though".

Frederick swallows hard, as they hold each other's gaze in silence.

“Just lay down, let me continue".

“Y...you can't Caroline". He stutters, the promised pleasure thrilling him.

“Why not?" She asked.

“Where is your mother?" He questioned instead.

“She's out. We're all alone". She smirks at him again, and then her head disappears between his legs.

“Aww..mmmh" He moans as she flicks the tip with her tongue.

He tas