" The smirking face of Arnold interrupts my field of vision as he approaches me. "You don't have a girlfriend, so what's keeping you up late at night?... We were classmates with Arnold since senior high school, and his taunts haven't changed even now that we're in college.I ignore him as I pick up my backpack and head out the door. "Maybe he's having a date with his left hand," chimes in the voice of Ashley who is Arnold's current girlfriend. Ashley is dressed in a black gothic tee that is tight. Now at the right angle, my cock slipped all the way inside her."Oh shiiitt..." she moaned.I glommed my mouth to one of her substantial nipples with their wide areolae and I felt her cum a little around my cock. Then she began grinding her crotch against mine.The door opened and someone there gasped. I didn't see who it was, but the door slammed shut again and we were still alone. "We'd better finish fast," I urged her.She grabbed my shoulders and leveraged herself up, her feet on the bench on. I just washed my lower as I didn’t want my wife to wash this shit full lower and may get suspicious.Same time I was thinking that my fucked ass was paining but not that much so maybe I could fuck my wife ass without much pain. I got ready and left for the workshop. The workshop was good. I came back to the room after dinner at 9:00 pm. I talked to my wife and then told her I am tired due to the long journey.Then I realized that I could feel area near my asshole was not normal and it was like. This strange tingle raced through me. I shivered, my breasts rising and falling with my breathing.What was this place? If Olivia hadn't told me this was the stress relief I needed...“And now the panties,” she said, her hands sliding up my thighs, just a light graze. Her touch electrified my skin. I swallowed. It was her job to touch me. I just had to relax. Nothing strange or unusual about a masseuse touching her client.She slid her hands over my cream-hued panties, touching the satin. “These.