My disembodied hands moved in parallel down this ham-like, veined side of beef, that he called his bicep and upper arm. I kept right on massaging the ...il while he did a little flex. The muscles of his tricep and bicep jumped in my hands. I couldn’t believe the number of big veins and cords and how they covered the extremely hard muscles. I couldn’t slow down or I’d be in trouble. Yet, I was really getting into this erotic worship by my very sensitive hands.Then I moved my hands – in parallel –. “Just a bit,” said Tom, “This is so relaxing.” Mark began to finger fuck me again this time pushing three or four fingers into my soaking pussy. I let out a soft moan. This time my eyes were closed and my breathing was more laboured. Unknown to me, Tom had sneaked back from the toilet and had witnessed Mark kissing and fondling me, then had made a noise with his feet so that we could hear him returning. I think he suspected a bit more had happened in the shower s. Mark was giving my. She just smilesand says she wanted a drink and to go ahead because she doesn't care.I waited until she went back to her room, and I really blew a load.I wouldn't have thought much of it but it began happening a hell of a lotof the time. For a while it seemed like I couldn't touch my dick withouther walking in. It got so bad it became a joke with us, and with that alot of the pressure was off. She didn't care that I did it, and she evenseemed to like it.This went on for about a month, and then. “You’ve got something better than money.”She blinked at him.He stepped closer and palmed her pudenda, spreadingher labia with his thumb. “This is what I want.” Histwo middle fingers entered her soaked slot and histhumb nudged her clit, hard.She jumped back, both hands at her hairless groin.“You’re crazy.”“Let me explain,” he said, turning off his phone,sitting at her vanity, crossing his legs and admiringher overheated body. It was.