I shifted slightly, pinching her nipple and she gasped. I looked at her. With her free hand, she’d pulled her skirt up and her knickers aside and w...s rubbing her pussy.“Pull your knickers down,” I said. She let go of my cock with a satisfying slurp and smiled. “I want to touch you too.”Christina lifted her bum up, slid her knickers down and said, “Put your hand on the seat.”I’d done it before she stopped speaking and she sat on it just as quickly. My middle finger penetrated her already wet. She then turned down the sheets on the massage tables and left them to undress. When the door closed Karla quickly removed her turtleneck and jeans, more concerned with possible marks left by Mei than leering looks from Philip. Still she was a bit nervous. She had great confidence in the fitness of her body, it was her feelings about Philip she hoped were not showing. At first she had loathed him like licorice. The thought that a man would style himself as someone’s master was revolting and. For someone like me, I guess there wasn’t much choice. I’d spend it like I spent every other: alone with my camera, one last time.I hefted my trusty camera from its place amongst the junk on my dresser and powered it on while slipping into my shoes. An unusual message filled the display.Would you like to change your life?The message was impossible. There wasn’t anything on my camera able to generate a message like this. No apps, no internet…no way. But more than the impossibility of it, the. She closed the door and turned around.And there I was, standing so close to her that both of us can feel each other without touching a single part of each other’s body. At that moment there wasn’t a single force in the world that could’ve stopped us. As soon as she turned around I grabbed her by the waist and pushed her to the door gently.All the while making sure that the doorknob doesn’t touch her back. Her lips were shivering. She kissed like she wanted to be kissed. Soft and moist and hot..