Are there any rooms available?" She asked."Yes, Miss T. Rooms four, five, nine, and fifteen are open. Pick whichever you like," She said smiling."Than... you, dear," Teresa replied.We walked to room nine and looked around. It was a normal massage room if you ask me. There was a table, a closet for linens, a shade to change, and a drawer with oils and massage tools in it, plus a mini-fridge. Nothing out of the ordinary."So Dorion? What do you think?" Teresa asked."Seems like a normal massage room. She could tell how much he enjoyed seeing her, and, thanks to the physiological effects of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice, she couldn't help but enjoy seeing him as well.Jack began to look forward to these frequent meetings more and more, and though it initially felt odd to ask his secretary about how things were going elsewhere in the building and have her respond with supernatural accuracy, he soon grew used to it, and they both came to enjoy the frequent flirtations and subtle sexual tension. We are still for a moment then you turn and kneel in front of me unzip my trousers, my erection springs out and you take me in your mouth, the feeling is so gorgeous, a look down, there is lipstick on my cock (a personal fantasy) your head moving back and forth as you bring me to orgasm and I cum in your mouth. You continue to lick and suck my cock teasing out every last drop of my spunk. We rearrange our clothes and continue our walk, anyone seeing us now would not understand the reason for. "Kiss it nicely, and then you can lick it like a piece of candy."She was more alert, now, determined not to earn another blow of the punishing lash. As long as pain and fear would make her comply with his orders eventually, she knew she would be wiser to obey with every bit of speed she could muster.She grasped the elephant's trunk of his sex with a shaky hand and drew it to her lips. It shocked her to realize that a tiny thrill went over her at the contact.She put out the pink tip of her.