Not since Christmas morning when he was five do I remember him being that giddy. I think he would have been satisfied spending the rest of the time pl...ying and sucking on her jugs. She was in Mommy-mode, rewarding her son for a job well done while continuing her lessons on proper techniques. Even when the director suggested he put a hickey on her boob, she calmly stepped him through that process. He must have liked leaving his mark because he soon had one on each boob. Before he could add. What was going on? What was happening to me?Eventually, the massage finished, and we went back to our room to shower and get ready for lunch.“How did you enjoy that then” asked my aunt.“Mmmm, wonderful, but I almost wondered if they were going to ask me if I wanted “any extras”, I replied.“I know, there was some quite intimate touching there, wasn’t there. I don’t think they would be averse to doing a little more. Maybe we should ask tomorrow, I’ve booked us another massage, and a bit longer. Main sar ke baal ki baat kar rahi hoon. Idiot.Bharti ke upar bhi iss tarah se message karne ka asar ab dikh rahi thi. Kyu ki woh baar baar cushion ke neeche se mere shorts se jhankte lund ko dekh rahi thi. Use aisa lag raha tha ki mano mujhe pata hi nahi ki use sab dikh raha ho. Aur agar use woh bura lagta to shayad woh na dekhti ya uth kar chali jati.Par aisa to nahi ho raha tha. Toh maine cushion ke neeche apna hath dala aur aise hath hilaya mano main apni short ke upar se apni jangh khujla. None of the three of them were going to get any input into their adjustments. From where I sat, that was fair; he hadn't asked ME, either! "So, what's the standard?" he asked the medic."Well, adjustment of the throat and the rectum -- and maybe the vagina -- to match your penis..." the medic noted. "That's part of what we did to her..." Ho, Bitch! What do you think of my cock?" I like it, Master!" It was bigger than I'd been used to, but that had been a GOOD thing!"Hmmmm. Let's talk about.