"What's 'Spanish' massage? I asked. The receptionist replied that it involved body to body massage with minimal use of hands. I pushed for more info... but she was reluctant (possibly sensing trouble with the law.) I made an appointment and headed over. A beautiful, short blonde with great tits met me at the door, and ushered me into the room, which was a typical massage parlour room, including dim lights, a table, sink, oils, and new-age music playing. She asked me to get undressed and lie. Are you free this evening after dinner?"He didn't even hesitate for an instant."Of course, ma'am, I will be at your quarters right after dinner."Helen took a very soothing and relaxing shower before dinner and made sure she was super clean and smelled like fresh flowers in the morning all over. She ruminated on the possibility of encouraging young Mr. Goodnight to explore her physical attributes as well as give her verbal input on her speech.The brandy seemed to loosen them both up and she told. "Yeah! Oh, God! Shit! Fuck me, Maria, fuck me!" Marie tossed her long, brown hair back and forth in ecstasy. K. C. lubed a thick carrot with her own pussy juice and, rolling Marie onto her side, worked the tapered end slowly into her asshole while Maria continued fist-fucking her. Mary rubbed her dusky jugs against Marie's pale white melons, then attacked them with her mouth, sucking and biting the pink nipples fiercely. Marie's screams nearly set off the burglar alarm.When they had all been. Blind panic ran through my veins. I just bolted into the front bedroom. Hoping that I could hide there - that this situation would go away. She didn’t see me go in as she just went straight into the bathroom. I heard him shoot out after her that he was sorry, and she shouted back whatever. Obviously not happy. There was another exchange of words. I wondered how I could make good any escape from my bedroom hide out. With my tool belt in hand I made a bit of a noise. The front bedroom.