And like me, she was totally nude. The thought of that black man putting his hands on her naked body had my four and one-half inch cock rock hard.Then...I heard, “Hey Mon, time for you to get full erotic body massage.”Strangely it was a man’s voice. I had expected a female, but alas it was not to be. It was again, a very tall and very black Jamaican man.When the masseur began his massage, I was surprisingly calmed and was enjoying it. His hands were working magic on my body. I was in a virtual. “Ulla showed me the video,” Abhati announced, prompting me with her eyes.“What video?” I asked, remembering Ulla mentioned such a video once before.Abhati seem surprised at my question. “The giant battle on the bridge. You were in ancient armor and fighting with a sword, behind a wagon that was blocking an army from crossing. You were terribly outnumbered but you won the day. It was incredible how you personally held them back with so few supporters. It was clear you were the leader of the. I thought about leaving right then and there, when Vicky came over and asked me for some help. I muttered something like sure but wasn't really paying attention as I followed her over to the house. Still in shock I realized at the last minute she was talking to her mom saying something about me being very happy to help. My face was beet red and I was trying not to look Mrs Jones in the eyes and muttered I would be glad to help. I looked up and she said to Vicky he looks over heated, I am going. She immediately pulled my white underwear down and I stepped out of them. She stood up and took off my shirt as well. As we both stood naked, I brought my hands to her lower back and brought her to me. We made out with each other for a few minutes as she put her hands onto my butt. I felt her breasts on my chest and my member pressed against her stomach. I smiled to some extent, but still feared she'd bust me and my workers. Then her lips came off mine and she brought me to one of the chairs..