Shaking, I grabbed the bath towel and handed it to her whilst looking away, so she could cover herself up.I now expected a good telling off, especiall... from dad.“Oh you poor thing” said mom to my surprise. “I should have thought about it a bit more before asking you to massage me with so little on.”“Rasheed!” said dad in his authoritarian tone, which I knew so well when he was annoyed at me.‘Here we go, I thought, here it comes, he’s going to go mad at me.’“Rasheed,” he repeated “you’ve become. "I want a guy who's willing to suck a cockif a client asks and not give it a second thought. I guess you're not theguy for the job." Wait, wait," Daniel pleaded. He'd never thought about it, never wanted toor thought he'd ever� "How often�where�." Whenever and wherever you're told," John smirked. "And for that and otherservices I'll pay you a thousand a week, but I demand complete discretionand compliance with whatever you're told to do. If you're too uptight togive a guy a little fun, then. I wondered whether we would soon be ‘dancing’ to some sort of new wave rock and roll, or punk rock, or something. To be honest, I wasn’t looking forward to that, but what could I say?I was almost speechless when he turned from the jukebox to me as ‘Alabama’ started playing.Do you know how to two-step?” he asked. I had been doing the two-step for a long time, so I happily accompanied him to the dance floor and, honestly, I’d never had a better dance partner. We didn’t just dance, we glided over. “You’re cuming!” Meghan announced as I shot my load deep inside of her.“Yes!!” I breathlessly acknowledged.Meghan continued to grind herself on top of me, even after I had shot my load. At some point, she stopped long enough to absorb the moment, her entire body tensing up, shaking and trembling. Sandra flooded my face with her pussy juices. She fell off to the side and stared up at the ceiling. I wanted to pursue her, but I couldn’t. I didn’t have it in me.The three of us lie naked and well.