Her breasts looked extra big in t-shirts.Now to the most important day in the start of our lustful behavior was the day I casually offered her a head ...assage. She used to complain about her migraine headaches and how she wished her husband, my brother was there, he would have given her a head massage. I offered her my services. The first time it was a nondescript head massage for her. Though, my dick was hard when I put my hands in her hair and massaged her scalp. Things started to get a bit. The second floor doors were a back entrance that led to the stage and main seating area of the auditorium. Cam and I were on the third floor, or the level above the seating area where the spotlights and the control room were. There was a big space against a wall that was well carpeted, about thirty feet from the door, where we stopped and continued. The place was dimly lit and the lighting made the scene even more erotic.As we started to kiss again, I felt Camille’s hand rest against my crotch. My pain needed relief and that relief came in the form of a woman who was willing and able to spend time with me while you were off fucking your ‘donkey dicks’. Her name was Marg. She needed my support as much as I needed hers. She healed me and I was able to teach her how to get the satisfaction that she desired from her husband. By doing that I saved her marriage. I did the one thing that could take her away from me but I did it and I did it for her.”“She will always be indebted to me for. Sneha asked me, “This is why you did not want to call him! You knew about this.” I said, “I didn’t even know that he has gone there.”She looked at me and said, “How disgusting Vinay. I still can’t believe all this.” I asked her to calm down and made her sit. It was a very difficult situation to be in. The girls in Nitin’s room looked bloody bootylicious and luscious. I envied his courage and luck.But also felt bad for this current luck that he was caught by Sneha. She was fuming with anger. I.