“Is daddy jealous?” she asked laughing.“A little,” I replied.“Poor daddy,” she said.“I want her so bad,” I said. “The thought of her...fucking anyone but me is driving me crazy.”“I know it is,” she said trying to comfort me. “You need to be prepared that if she’s not doing it already she’s going to be having sex, and most likely not with you.”“That doesn’t make me feel any better,” I said.“It’s not supposed to,” she said.“But I want her so badly,” I cried. “I know I’m not supposed to feel this. I will have that image in my head for a long long time, and it will sustain me until I can return for another session with K and explore further.After a break we settled down in foursomes for a series of naked massage periods. 6 hands on each body for a short massage offering whatever the recipient wanted. Gentle stroke... play... sensuous... restful... voluptuous were words I heard used to make the call to our three givers of massage. Eventually oiled, rested, sexy, satisfied, each of us. "Um, I don't suppose I could buy you a drink?" Michael said hopefully."Do you ask all women that catch you looking at birch rods for a drink?" she beamed."No, I ...oh, you are teasing me," Michael replied when he saw the woman's eyes almost laughing at his discomfort.Michael was also starting to feel another discomfort because his penis was hardening in his trousers, he did not know if it was because of the woman, or because of the birch rod, or both."A drink would be nice, please," said the. It felt good when some on touched them. It was also fun playing with them. Sometimes we used to play with each other's boobs and lightly touch them or say fondle them.We had a number of boys too in the class; Some of them were strong virile young men whose blood was hot and the cocks ever ready to get stiff and hard. Two of them used to be friendly with us and whenever time permits -- they used to come to us, talk to us, insist on moving with us. They were good boys and we liked them as it.