Her head went back so far that she was staring at the ceiling as she turned around again. Her hands left her breasts, slowly moving down her rib cage ...nd her abdomen, finally meeting at the center of her heat.She paused for a few seconds, lowering her head and now looking at him. Her hips began to rotate in what could only be described as a grinding motion. Then, her hands began to move again, her fingers slipping inside the silky thong. Her eyes closed as her head came forward and her auburn. I averted my eyes as she positioned herself on the table and draped the towel over her buttocks and upper thighs. When I turned to begin the massage, I gulped again, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. Her body was a work of art, from the definition of every toned muscle to the even golden tan that glazed her unblemished skin. She was not slender and fragile, but strong like an Amazon, and clearly someone who took great care of their body.The gentle, generic relaxation music floated through. I found this surprisingly satisfying; this voyeuristic way of 'participating!'Then again, there were other times where I would refrain from any and all masturbation until AFTER Duane was finished, and then I'd kneel on the bed between my wife's legs, and proceed to jack off on her tummy; knowing all the time as I prepared to ejaculate my seed, that Duane's was deep inside of her pussy---but that merely excited me even more, and as I came at last, my wife, Duane, and I, all three of us, would be. Banks...”“Banks?”, I asked, surprised again. “Why?”Dan answered this time. “Because we made an awful lot of money at the expense of other people when the stock market crashed earlier this year. And it doesn’t help that we now have our own bank which is taking customers away from the big four in droves. Our no-branch telephone banking concept has taken off, and they don’t like that we don’t charge fees. But I think bankers planting bombs is a stretch. And anyway, the earliest press attacks.