I could feel the warmth of the oil. “April, I'm beginning to really feel the warming effect of the oil.” “Yeah, Hank. I feel it on my hands too....Does it feel good?” “It's wonderful. You're wonderful. Thank you so much for doing this. I can't tell you how good it feels.” “I'm glad you're enjoying it. Maybe later you can rub some on me so I can see how it feels too.” “It'd be my pleasure,” I replied thinking that the only way I could give her a massage is with a cock cage on that would cause me. As the evening wore on Jason noticed that he wasn't as popular asbefore.There were other girls that seemed to attract the men more."Betty, why are those other girls so much more popular than me, I lookgood, don't I?" You look great, you look sophisticated and nice, but you have class.Those girls are looking to pick a guy up, see how they are dressed,mini-skirts and very low cut blouses? They're breasts are hanging outand are barely covered. You couldn't wear something like that becauseyou have. I rolled over to check on Rachel. Her breathing was erratic, her torso was hot but her arms and legs were cold with a rash over them. I tried to wake her but she wasn’t responding.‘RACHEL.’ I shouted as I shook her hard. Her head flopped to the side and she didn’t respond. I could feel pains start to rise in my chest. I grabbed my cellphone off the bedside table and dialled 911. During the call I noticed Rachel’s breathing had stopped. I tried to feel for a pulse but couldn’t find one. I. The warming gel in my clit was driving me crazy and I begged my hubby to let somebody in to finger me…Victor took out the butt plug from my ass and he said we better would go outside. But first he shoved two fingers deep in my cunt and he moved them in and out, until I came screaming like crazy.I closed my eyes and heard the car’s door opening. Somebody else came into and I could feel his warm breath close to me.Then his hands groped my butt, spreading my ass cheeks.I kept my eyes closed, as I.