First, my top, then my pants, followed by my bra and panties. I paused a moment in front of the mirror admiring some curves, like my ass, begrudging o...hers, like my tummy. Ultimately, I still feel sexy, even with a few extra pounds and no matter what, I know I have great tits. That means a lot, right? I took the lotion from my bag and began with my long legs, spreading it all over – from the very top of my thighs, all the way to my toes. I smoothed it over the roundness of my ass, wishing. I cleared my throat and tried to sound professional when I answered. “I’m always willing to help a student earn money.” Then my focus began switching between Fran’s knowing fingers massaging my scalp with the shampoo, relaxing me, and the hands that had opened my pants and pulled them and my briefs down to my knees. The circulating cool air in the shop caressed my cock and balls even before Marcie touch them and I had an erection to be proud of. Marcie’s voice was sweetly alluring, innocent. "I couldn't speak. On the one hand, I hated the maid's outfit and would be totally humiliated if I were to be seen in it. On the other hand, I knew mother would be furious if I were to say what I really felt. And I was scared to death of mother's fury. For a minute orso I was dumbstruck. I looked at mother's face and noticed that her bright expectant smile was being replaced by a stern frown. Her eyes became narrow slits that glared at me and seemed to penetrate mythoughts. She folded her arms. ‘Slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup-slup’“OhGod!OhGod!OhGod!”Rather than crash down upon me as my previous climaxes, the first anal orgasm of my life seemed to begin deep within my bowels. Building much more slowly than vaginal or clitoral climaxes, it grew until it had reached a powerful intensity deep inside me then it simply surged outwards, overtaking all other sensations, robbing me in turn of the power of speech, of breath and finally of all voluntary movement as it took control of my.