Thethought of Him almost made the tears flow anew. But she managed to fight themback part out of not wanting to upset gin by ruining all her hard work...andpartly because she knew there was far worse things that could be being done toher then being made to sit still as her make up was applied. She was surprisedat the feelings that were stirring within her especially in her belly andbetween her legs but there was something about being helpless like this notbeing able to see how gin was making her. Two male asshole / dickhead / shit for brains take your pick were coming in the door. The first guy was about 5’8” 200 lbs mostly belly, dirty shaggy neck length blonde hair, with a dark green t-shirt and torn up jeans. The second guy was black probably Cuban or one of those Caribbean Islanders, he was close to 6’ maybe 5’10” and about 150-175 lbs skinny but fit; bald and wearing a dark navy polo and Kahiki cargo pants.I was guessing this because he was doing the talking. He was saying how they. My eyes also caught site of a small 5" video monitor on a small shelve that she could plainly see. I recognized the scene on the screen as a stop action frame of me while I was jerking off with the dildo in my hand. She didn't see me notice the monitor as she was writing out a receipt for me. I was thrilled that she liked what she was watching and thought I would rather have had her in the room when I did it. When she finished the receipt I answered her question about my massage and told her. Hooo! I just got excited thought it was my day. I planned everything I went into the room she was already lying in the bed showing her back and I went behind her and slowly I poured some oil on her back and I kept my hand on her back and started to massage and I got aroused after a while I asked Dhivya aunty can. I unhook your blouse hooks because it’s restricting me to massage, without any hesitation she said ok within no time I unhooked her blouse.She was just in her petticoat I could not.