That’s how it works, the couples swap massages, then the couples fuck. But it’s not an orgy. We go to different rooms for all this.” I asked her...is the rules were the same, that everything was done by hand. She said, “Well, almost. It’s OK to give the guys a blow job if we want to, but not OK to fuck them.” I was taken aback and I asked her if she gave the guys blow jobs. She nodded, “Almost always, yes. Look, I wasn’t that sexually experienced when I took this job. I had only slept with a. Ebony stood on the stool and reached up for them. As she reached her dress rose up a little to reveal her slender thighs baring at the top of her stockings."Damn it!" she said, not reaching far enough, and stretched further. Her dress rose slightly more, and to my amazement revealed that she was wearing no panties. Embarrassed, I tried to look away, but could only find myself moving closer towards her."Got it!" she exclaimed, and over her head, threw the linen onto the sofa bed. She looke4d. I do know that all the cocks that entered my ass fucked till they flooded my butt with their fluids. On the other hand the ones that entered my oral orifice either stayed long enough to become hard or was rammed into my throat till they shot their loads. When I was finally released my arms and legs were froze in such an awkward position. I was d**gged through the huge pool of fuck juices and turned to my stomach. The assault were started as soon as my legs were pulled apart and my arms. You’re impressed that he began with your thighs, which is where you hoped he begin. He’s very intuitive, indeed. Most men would have begun with your breasts, an all too tempting target. He strikes you again, then again, then again and you picture him admiring his handiwork as he does, painting your thighs with lash markers, making them redder with each stroke. He strikes you again, then again and your certain that by now your thighs are deep red and that there’s blood oozing from open wounds..