I look up from my prize and smile at him, he’s carrying a stand, a light and a box, he’s gone again.“Get back here and start sucking bitch, who ...old you, you could have a rest.?”I swallow my prize this time and nearly throw up, I withdraw, take a huge gulp of air and push down on him again. He’s nearly back to full length now and there’s no way he’s going down my throat again.“If you want a fucking blow job or anything else for that matter, I get to say how – right?” I shout at him.Wow, where. I’m a professional masseur. And I made few clients with all the adds on fb and Internet. I had a client whose name is Priyanka. She is my regular client and we had sex many times and it all started with a massage. I shall write the story with Priyanka a little later.But writing this story as I was requested by my client as she loved my first story.Without wasting anymore time let’s start with the story. Guys put your hands inside your undies and girls wish I could have put my tongue deep inside. I figured that what we had done with Sandy was a one time thing. "Wait here" Tyrone said, "I'll be right back" He came back a moment later and handed me a bottle with an eyedropper in it. "You need to dose their coffee as soon as you get them in the backyard and then call me on my cell and I'll take it from there."I spent all that day waiting for a cop car to pull up in front of my house. When that didn't happen I braced myself for a visit from Sandy's outraged husband and when that didn't. ” As she said this, her free hand cupped one of her big tits and her fingers started pinching the nipple—HARD. Looking right at Sam, Betty started moaning and yelling “yes, yes, yes, YES” and grinding Kate’s face into her soaked pussy. Just then, Samantha felt someone behind her. It was Missy. She leaned in and whispered in Sam’s ear: “Oh you poor dear. Come with me. We have been so inconsiderate.” Missy led Samantha back to the master bedroom and stood in front of her. She leaned in and gave.