I made arrangements for him to come to our hotel room on the weekend and I informed him she would probably allow him to go beyond a regular massage.Wh...n my wife arrived, I told her about the message I arranged for her and she was very excited and said it sounded like fun. She took special care in the shower preparing for her message and did her make-up and hair like she was going on a date. When she was finished, she stepped out of the bathroom naked and asked me what I thought. Her pussy was. Still undecided, he returned to their room with only ten minutes until the start of the session. Sasha was inside, laying on her bedroll and listening to her iPod. She cracked her eyes when he closed the door and sat up, pulling the headphones out."There you are," she said. "Is it time?" Almost," he said. Would he even be able to make a decision? His mind waffled between difficult options.She put her music away and looked at her own watch where it sat among her baggage. "Ack, ten minutes. Yeah,. His thick but otherwise quite average looking cock thrust partly in and out of her, his balls slapping against the underside like the 'tock' of the tick-tock of a clock.He pulled himself close to her, his fingers raking through her black hair and digging deep, the hands clutching her head tightly. The desk shook more and more and more. He clenched his teeth like a predator and started to grunt louder, the goodness of sex overtaking his inhibition. She started to cry out more frequently, her. "Holy shit! Your face is healed!" His eyes scanned my topless chest, and I knew he was looking for my other bruises. "How did you recover so quickly?"I gave a short laugh before saying, "Dunno, maybe I'm part Wolverine." I could see he was confused, probably not understanding my comic book reference, but I didn't care. As exhausted as my body was, I was in a good mood.The mood lasted up until I finished pouring my cereal, and I remembered the rest of what Lela had said. Terrible aliens, demons,.