But then I got an idea. Brittany wanted to get a massage, I told Aaron. Why don't we suggest that she get a massage from you because you're a masseur?...Dude, I'm not a masseur," he said. "I can do the standard stuff that everybody else knows but that's about it." You don't have to be a real masseur," I told him. "She won't know the difference. It's her first massage. Just fake it!"Aaron thought about it. "Hey, yeah, dude, that might work," he said. “I can’t believe you’re actually trying to plan. I held Susan close and kissed her and she kissed me too, I still felt great but it was not to last as we turned to Amanda who was still leisurely working that monster dildo in and out her bald pussy “so what did you make of that Susan”, “It was good” Susan replied “It didn’t last long enough but it did for tonight” with that they both laughed, I was now confused and asked what they were talking about, Amanda was still rubbing her clit with the dildo wedged well up her hole.“You don’t think. The way I was facing, Master could watch from the computer and Cock-Master from the couch. As usual, there was more cock on Piss-Master than I could comfortably accommodate, and I immediately went into a deep-throat routine…allowing the head and first inch of him to go into my throat. I gagged a bit, breathing through my nose, as he used his hips to make tiny little thrusts in and out, fucking my inner mouth. I worked to maintain my balance, keeping my hands on my head as ordered. I was. She was wearing a short coat over jumper and jeans. But she looked good.She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, "Hi, excuse me, I need the loo." And she walked passed me towards the bathroom.'Oh! Hi, Dave. Sorry I've given you such a rough week. Here let me make it up to you!' Yeah, sure. I should be so lucky! I went into the kitchen and collected a decent bottle of red wine, and a couple of glasses. I had my back to the door when I heard her return."Sorry about that, I was desperate." I turned.