Peter glanced at me briefly, before returning his gaze towards Jason.‘Well, Jason – what do you think? Do you deserve to be spanked?’Jason looke... like a rabbit caught in the headlights. I could see him gulping, not knowing what to say. His cock, however, was giving him away. It was as stiff as a board.Charlotte walked over to Jason and slapped him, once on each cheek.‘Peter asked you a question!’ she said, steel in her voice. ‘Do you think you should be spanked?Everyone was looking at Jason to. While removing my clothes, I glanced at the doorknob to see if it had a lock. Some of the rooms at this particular establishment do, some don't. I was dismayed to see that this was one of the rooms without a locking doorknob.You see, massage is a somewhat sensual experience, and I'm alway fairly turned on by the end of the hour. So, I normally "take matters into my own hands" and masturbate to orgasm after the therapist leaves the room.The last time I had been at this place, my therapist. . I..."She wears a determined look. "Dean," she says, her voice tight. "Suck it up. We can pretend this isn't what you came for or you can just..." It isn't," he starts. "Well, it was but..." He can't look at her. Can't tell her that he's not sure he can go through with it now. Not when he knows how she feels.Jo shifts to straddling him. She flicks her tongue over his pulse point and licks lazy circles up the line of his neck. Her teeth scrape lightly as she nips teasingly up to his ear. "I. I had to leave, of course, I shouldn't listen or see what was about to happen. I could go for a walk or something, I could......I could just stay there and listen.My brother opened the door to his room and they both entered. I didn't heard them close the door, they had left it open, wide open. I heard the voice of the woman, sort of high pitch and annoying, the sort of voice you would expect on a cheerleader. "O.M.G. You are a neerd!" She said amused. She must have seen my brother's warhammer.