“PLATO?” she finally said.“Yes,” he answered.“You know what I feel don’t you?”“Yes,” he replied, “but my mind is a male mind grown...from Doctor Mueller’s brain cells. Your feelings of extreme pleasure are very interesting... and very enjoyable in their own way, but they are not my feelings. They are your feelings. They are a woman’s feelings. I have no way of knowing what I– what a man– should feel.”Marcella again sat thinking for a long time and then finally said, “It looks like the only way to. ”That figures, of course her name was Emeralds in Spanish, with those eyes what else would it be. She drank more scotch and sat down with a sigh. “I don’t know what to do. He expects me to meet him tonight for dinner and then sex.”“If you don’t mind telling me, what went wrong?”Everything was fine, he was fucking me in a doggy position and I was close to coming, he has such a wonderful cock. Then, suddenly he pulled out and thrusts his fully erected dick against my anus while grabbing my hips. Yes you did i saw you.i didn't know what to say he looked at me and said did you like what you seen me and his mam going for it, i was in shock, come on Peter just admit it, Jason told me you are bi sexual and you like the black men and i'm thinking that image stuck in your head.. well Gary its true i did see you 2 going for it and to this day i still see it. i think that's where my urges all came from..he then asked if i wanted to see more of Mary and him, he had some dvd's and would i like to. She reassured her that lots of people fall asl**p during the massage as it is so relaxing. Steph got changed (well not exactly changed, more de-robed) and went into the massage room and followed the masseuses instructions. She started gently on the back and shoulders for a few minutes to loosen them and begin relaxation. Time was starting to blur for Steph as she had never had a massage before and all her tension was lifting away. The masseuse went on down the back and legs to the feet and back.