Gareth
As soon as the first layer of paint is done, Gwyn drops her roller and falls flat on her ass. "My f*****g arms are cramping. It feels like I have been giving a hand job for hours and getting no results." She groans and I throw my head back and laugh.
"It can't be that bad." I said as I made my way to her, sitting down and then pulling her into my arms. She rests her head against my chest and I start rubbing her sore muscles. She had done far more than I did, moving the room and tapping everything under plastic covers before I even got here. I can just imagine how much her muscles are cramping, but I know she won't stop until at least two layers of paint are done. I massaged her shoulders first, pressing slightly on the knots there. Gwyn moans, but doesn't move as I work my way do
