Am I making sense?" She said, finding the words to express her feelings hard to emote."Yes, and I wasn't making light of anything. It was just a poor ...hoice of words, ... and I don't exactly think of you as "my cock whore" behind closed doors." He said wondering about HER choice of words."Well, I am, just like you're my gigolo behind closed doors. We do each others biddings for sexual gratification, but not for money, we do it for love. Am I making sense?" She asked."NOW, you are. I was. He could have done it with us clothed, but naked was more fun. And the water really did help, in terms of moving my sore muscles around.He made me do exercises in the water, and explained that the best way to get rid of lactic acid was to have the muscles it was torturing force it out of the tissue and into the blood stream, so it could be carried to the liver, which actually does the work of getting rid of it. I had no idea if he was making all this up or not, but I did know that they tell. He could spend a lot of time sucking and kissing her big mounds. He then kept his hand on one tit as he sucked and licked the other. He kissed and sucked and bit each globe as he felt the nipples get harder. Bree then began to undress Bob as he sucked and licked each tit. When she had him naked she began to stroke his long cock. Bob was endowed with a ten inch shaft and she loved stroking and sucking it till she could make him scream. He gasped as he told her "Make that cock hard baby. Show me. She spread her legs for him and watched her face in the mirror as his hands worked under her. She was breathing heavily, and he could tell she was getting close to an orgasm. ‘Look at that slut in the mirror. Look at her face as she’s about to cum all over a man’s hands.’ He blew her hair out of the way, and pulled the collar of her shirt down her shoulder with his teeth. He kissed her shoulder gently, then moved up to her neck, and nuzzled her cheek. She tried to keep her head up as best she.