We got talking about masturbation, if we done it, how often. I, out of curiosity asked to get a look at his cock, to see how different it was to mine....He was not too sure to start with but I assured him that its only us here no one will know about it. He came around in the end and started undoing his jeans belt buckle and buttons and slide them down. His loosely fitting boxers stood out a little, I knew he was slightly excited by this but me? my 5''/6'' cock was swollen and begging to be let. He lifts me onto his lap and wraps an arm around my waist. I feel my cheeks flush as attraction sizzles through me and a second later, his lips are on mine. Doug kisses me passionately as his lips melt onto mine before his tongue tastes my mouth curiously. Our kiss deepens and I move to straddle his lap, my breasts pressing against his chest and his hands automatically cupping my ass. My pussy is directly over his hardening dick as we make out like teenagers. Doug kisses down my neck with his. The warm water of the footbath began to ease the pain of the delay and the wine was definitely helping too. That was when I noticed someone preparing to take a seat in the chair to my left. She was a tall brunette probably in her mid 30s. Like me she looked like she had been traveling all day and needed some pampering as much as I did. She was wearing a cute tight black skirt a few inches above her knees, tight sleeveless yellow sweater, black leather jacket and black leather boots just below. I need ... I need to calm the fuck down. She slowly became aware of her surroundings and straightened up. Still glaring at her image in the mirror, she said aloud, "I don't care how long it takes, but I'm getting even with you -- you motherfucker!"Pivoting neatly on her three inch heels she took two steps to the commode and lifted her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees and sat down. Nothing happened.I better calm down, I'm so pissed I can't even pee. That made her laugh and she let.