He then pulled out of my wife’s mouth, pulled her to her feet, reached around and untied the leather strap that bound her arms behind her back.“Pl...ce your hands” Dave ordered, “Back on the arms of the chair.”As my wife turned to face me, she bent at the waist, placed her hands on top of my bound forearms – placing her face inches from mine, and made eye contact with me for the first time in a while. She actually smiled at me as she arched her back in preparation for whatever it was that Dave. The females were a different story with their layered needs for release that usually included a lengthy period of oral stimulation to get their juices flowing properly. She generally met their demands with graceful dignity but insisted they return the favor before they got up off the top of the table.This assignment was for a couple in need of full body work. They had asked for thirty minutes each and she only charged them the going rate for a one-hour session with a single client.The man’s. "Ummmmm!" squealed Susan. "I see what YOU did, Cindy Sue!" Don't give me any static," I said. "YOU have the whole evening blocked off." Jason's been out of town," she laughed back at me.We get just a tiny bit racy when the Munchkin Mafia's out of range and no clients are around. New building. Our own hallway. Sort of private.Work's good. I never imagined a place that made money like this, not when I was thirteen, when I met Dan. Not when I was fourteen and I married him. Now, though...Susan and. He climbed in ontop of me, leaving the door open. He pulled down my shorts and slipped his hand under my panties. I was soaked at this point and my clit was dying for affection. Finally his fingers made their way to my sweet spot and started rubbing it in circles. It felt amazing! I took a hand and unzipped his pants. His monstrous cock jumped out at me. I had never seen one so big before and it felt huge in my hand. I started stroking it as he led me over the edge fingering me. My body tensed.