But the brushes kept happening and the rubbing of my glutes crept deeper towards my crack. I found myself enjoying it, the thrill of being touched whi...st my wife was laying just feet away from me was starting to make me hard. I shifted slightly to open my legs a little. The masseuse became even bolder with her strokes - they were beginning to feel more than accidental brushes, her fingers seemed to linger on my balls.My heart skipped a beat. The masseuses had asked us both to flip over. My cock. I picked up the pace and was now slamming my cock into her at about half speed. Clare was letting out little grunts at the end of each thrust.I felt some muscle contraction. She must have been close to orgasm.“More!” she ordered.“No!” I said and kept up my rhythm.“Please more,” she gasped.“No, not yet,” I replied.Ten thrusts later she came as I knew she would. Her arms moved to beside her body and grabbed handfuls of bed sheet.“SHIT! I’M CUMMMMMING!” she cried.I felt the shudders run through. It wasshortly before two a.m.Mariah was 20 years old and the mother of five-year-old twin daughters,Tasheka and Chanita. She had just picked them up at friend's apartment,where she had left them after being called in to another last minuteovertime shift at the Q-Mart where she worked. She was relieved that bothher angels were sleeping peacefully, but was still annoyed at beingpressured to work extra hours for the third night in a row.Mariah saw the Porsche barreling toward her, but had no time. “That would be lovely. And then maybe we could have a little chat, Rosie.” Andrea headed into her office to drop off her bag.“I hope that Katie has been put to bed and is feeling very sorry for what she has done today?” she continued.Rosie Benson laughed.“Oh, she’ll be impeccably behaved from now on – I’m sure of that, Miss Hartwall,” she replied as she walked into the kitchen and filled the kettle with water.Rosie and Andrea sat in the living room, drank their tea and chatted about Katie’s.