Then the girls (the masseuses, we have one each) spread you with oil or cream and stroke you all over. With a couple's massage you have a private suit..., just for the four of you.Weirdly, it's not erotic. The massage is therapeutic, not sexual, they poke and prod you to make your muscles relax, they'll poke and poke at stiff muscles until you go "Ow!" There's no "happy ending," they carefully avoid your dick or pussy, and they keep you decorously "draped" at all times. You'd think having a girl. She wore short A-line skirts, platform shoes and too much makeup; she was a well known slut and she didn't seem to care about her reputation as long as she had enough money for cigarettes, makeup and clothes and had the latest 'it' guy hanging off her arm. She worked long shifts at K-Mart because they had just started opening during the evenings. After work she would be off with her current boyfriend and it was not unusual for me not to see her for days at a time. Even when we did see each. Megan slapped my hand and said good girls don't do that. Ann went to the closet and came back with a black dress with white trim and a belt that tied in back. They unzipped the dress and slid it down. As I was stepping out of it Megan was sliding the black dress up my leg. When it was on and the belt tied I looked in the mirror. I had to admit it looked good on me.Ann pulled my hair back and held it back with baretts. I told them I looked silly like that. Megan agreed with me. We spent a. I think my teeth got too aggressive, and she pulled me sharply away. "I warned you!" she threatened, sounding vaguely like the man that had stolen my wife.She aggressively pulled me forward into a kiss. I had to lift off of my knees to meet her intensity, and she used my motion to pull me to my feet. She kept kissing me as she pushed away from the couch, and she used me to pull herself to her feet. with a final aggressive kiss and a very pleased smile, she grabbed my cock and turned to pull me.