I’m sorry, Tony. But Bree only did your back and so you missed out on half your massage. I’m just finishing things up for her.”“Bree doesn’t...get naked when she does a massage.”“I have my own methods and there is nothing professional about them at all, lover,” Melody said as she touched my lips with her own. Her breasts dragged across my chest as she moved toward me.She rose on her knees and squeezed massage oil out of the bottle all over her own chest, smoothing it out with her hands.Melody is. At present I’m not about chalking up conquests of females Karen. I’m seeking to sort out my situation and you are assisting and I’d like our fledging friendship to continue. I have an idea I’ll be of some assistance to you. You’ll need to display stability if you are to attract the right man when that time comes.’ Karen said nothing but wore the look of a person who’d just heard the truth. After dinner was cleared away Irma said, ‘Will you stay the night Harrison?’ ‘Thank you but no Irma. I’ll. A... a whore!” CRACK!“That's right. You're a fucking cheating whore! A bitch who revels in her sin behind her husband's back!”CRACK!This was so hot. Mr. Armstrong watched with wide eyes as Clint disciplined his wife. That sound of smacking spanks echoed through the massage room. My hips wiggled from side to side, my large breasts jiggling in my dress. It was sleeveless, held up by an elastic band around my tits. My nipples throbbed. CRACK!This was so hot. I hoped Stefani was masturbating hard. He honestly wasn't sure what he would do when he saw her again. Talk to her? That didn't seem likely. He didn't even know if she was truly mute or simply not one to waste words. For his part, he wasn't much better, and didn't think he would be the next time, either. If there was a next time. He hoped there would be, with a power he normally reserved for his duty: upkeep and operation of his home.During the following week, he didn't once hear mersong, until the night she returned. When he saw a.