We washed up so we could get that out of the way and get back to relaxing in the tub, when we were finished cleaning ourselves we went back to sitting...there and enjoying the feel of each others body. “I talked to mom yesterday, about what you said to her” she said out of the blue. “She told me everything you said, about wanting to be with me, and buy me stuff, and love me forever, did you really mean it?” she asked. I looked her in the eyes then kissed her softly on the lips, “I meant every. While she was leaning over I positioned my cock to her pussy, and pushed in. After a few thrusts I figured I was lubricated enough and stopped."What the hell!" She yelled at me "Why the fuck did you sto..."She went silent as forced the head of my cock into her tight asshole. As I went deeper and deeper into her bowels Megan H. started moaning louder and louder. I reached to her front and started fingering her clit. After a few minutes of this I felt her sphincter start to tighten. It was well. Ashley had heard of the parlor. It was known for shady massages, and it catered to wealthy men who came into town for conferences, and the local college guys looking to get off. It turned her stomach to think about the stuff that went on inside the place. She had second thoughts as she stood at the bus stop, but when the bus stopped in front of her, she stepped on and took a seat. She convinced herself if she was lucky enough to get the job, that she would be just the janitor. She would not be. The next morning, after tossing and turning, I finally dragged myself out of bed, showered and dressed before heading to the kitchen. I found Gretchen already up and sipping her coffee. Her robe from last night was replaced by sweatpants and a ragged tee shirt proclaiming the benefits of aromatherapy. I had to remind myself not to jump her bones, because she was looking way too sexy. Her bare feet tapped on the stone floor to an oldie playing on the stereo: Jimi Hendrix asked me to excuse him.