I snapped back to professional therapist mode, chiding myself. But I couldn't seem to keep my mind from wandering into darker places. I started to fan...asize about tearing off my top and rubbing my breasts against his oiled, naked skin. I felt myself getting wet but I continued the massage in a strictly professional manner, trying to keep my filthy thoughts hidden.While I was working his lower back I started to pick up on the subtle signals that you learn as a massage therapist. He kept lifting. He gave me an orgasm. And still, he didn't stop licking. I couldn't stop him, I didn't want to stop him.I laid back on the bed with my legs still hanging off the edge where I had been sitting. He gave me two more orgasms. I was totally spaced out. The earth could have ended, and I doubt I would have noticed.He chose this time to put his front paws on the bed beside me. He gave me a wet kiss. I kind of knew what he was doing, but not really. Eventually I noticed that he was poking his penis at. He viewed just enough of the video to verify it was us, and popped the disc out, handing it to me. He handed me a piece of paper, and erased all traces of the program from the laptop.The owner of the laptop threw a fit; "You can't do that, it's private property!" he yelled. Mr. Miller said, "Rick, you are absolutely correct. I'll just call the police and have you arrested for possession of child pornography." Rick replied, "Naw, that's OK; you can erase it."I asked to be excused, and went down. Put my body under the covers and...you know what happens next.I'm pumping my cock till it gets hard. And the only thing I want to dois keep pumping.So I keep pumping.I keep pumping, and I notice something. Is it me, or am I starting tolose weight?I pump faster. Is it me or is my body becoming smoother. Doesn'tmatter, I keep pumping. Smoother, shorter, lighter...sexier? Yeah, Iwanna be sexy, gotta keep pumping, wanna be sexy gotta keep pumping.My fingers start to lengthen, gotta keep pumping..