My breathing started to get a little heavier as I picked up pace, more and more. My face watching the screen, with the odd occasion of glancing across...at Julia’s beauty close by.I started to moan a little, growing louder. Julia looked over, wetting her lips with her tongue. She watched as I began to lose control of my whole body. I groaned out loudly, as I jerked off fast and furiously with my cock in my hand.It was only seconds before it reached a climax. My cock splattered out a lot of cum as. ……………………….Several minutes passed as I drank down yet another large glass of wine I’d hijacked from a passing waiter. Then, to my deep relief, the two ladies emerged from a side door. Cynthia went to the bar and Shelly came over to me. “Reach out your hand and show me your palm,” she ordered.I complied, and she positioned her clenched fist over my open flat hand. When her fingers unfurled, a small piece of orange silk fabric dropped into my care.“That’s my g-string,” she announced. “Cynthia said. We were to get a manicure and apedicure. "hey, do you guys do French manicures or gel set nails?" Clairasked the lady who was going to be working on me. They apparently did,and Claire got a sly little smile on her face as she whispered somethingto the nail technician. They worked on both of our feet and toes,scrubbing away callouses and dressing nail cuticles. Eventually the nailtech returned with a tray of acrylic tips and a rack of polish samples.Claire pointed at a purple blue metallic color. Her back arched and her moans turned to whines. He knew she was aching to the point of pain now. His fingers traveled from the nipple that wasn’t twisting between his lips to the soaking wet pussy that was between her legs. Good fucking god, he loved feeling her. He avoided her clit, but circled around it, being sure she knew he was avoiding it purposely. She squirmed and tried to press her hips to lead his fingers to that throbbing bead, but he slipped two fingers inside of her silky opening.