I asked, “Does your husband mind you working here? Does he really know what a masseuse does?Beula smiled and lightly laughed, “My husband is fine ...ith me working here. If he wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here.“Does he know you do massages in the nude? And jack off” I asked“Oh yes” Beula smiled, “He is fairly open minded about stuff. He trusts me and knows that I’m not fucking anyone except him it keeps this time till. I am very honest to him because I love him.”“I see. Some of the girls here tell their. So ... bad," she panted, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears.'I know' I silently soothed as, still cupping her head, I used my fingers to gently massage her neck until she relaxed a little more. It pained me to meet her gaze. Already she was learning to trust me and yet I could tell by the look in her eyes that she felt I had betrayed some of that trust. Squaring my shoulders I knew I had to finish this soon or she would break and it would all be for naught.Looking down I noticed that. Yesterday had been warm, however, and he guessed that the snow wouldn't stick much unless a lot of it came down. Georgia mentality. The outside thermometer showed thirty degrees Fahrenheit, and he knew that his body would warm up in the distance run even with the light clothes he wore.In the back, the snow was sticking to the dead grass and trees, but was melting as fast as it fell on the pavement of the driveway. The crisp air felt good in his lungs as he warmed up with a jog as he started. Taking out and in again. After the best of 15 minutes his moaning intensified. His legs stiffened and Adam felt his anus tightening around hi fingers."Here cums the first milk!!!! Aaaaaawwwwww fuck!!!" Shouted Mike while his cock bursted load after load down Adam's throat. He withdrew but his cock was still shooting more milk, covering Adam's face.Mike bend down and started licking his own juice from Adam and then kissed him and transfered the cum to him. He then made Adam finish cleaning his.