Miriam shook her head. “That’s only half the job, Dee,” she said.“You mean Mother.”“Yeah,” Miriam said. “How are you going to stop her...from doing this to you or anyone else again?”“I don’t know,” I said, “but we have a couple days until she comes back. First things first.”We spent more time in the shower, holding each other and caressing until the water ran cold. When at last we could stay in the safety of the glass cell no longer, we stepped out and dried off. I went to my dresser to pull out. The man looked down the list – ‘ah yes, he said, you must be kloe?’. Yes she said – 11am appointment.He asked her to take a seat and explain why she needed a massage. She explained about her tennis final and the pain she had experienced in training all week. The masseuse nodded assuringly and said he had experienced similar pains, and while the only real cure is rest he said a massage might be enough to get her through one game.Having written some notes he asked if she could get changed and. “Is he fucking her?”“Umm ... yes, I suppose you could put it like that, but the polite term is ‘treading’” I said, somewhat embarrassed.“Would you like to tread me?” she giggled.“Pardon?”“Fuck,” she said. “Would you like to fuck me?”Now, had I been a more worldly sort, less of a nerd if you will, and certainly with more experience of females, then maybe I’d have had an answer, which should have been emphatically NO! but I wasn’t and didn’t. I was vaguely aware that if you turn down such a. I released all my pent up force into her vagina, squirting surge after surge of hot cream into her pussy. “I’m cumming Sam!” She repeated, and her whole body shuddered with an explosive orgasm. She grabbed at the bedspread with both hands, making fists, yanking the cloth into bunches. She generated spurts of white woman cum around my member, our juices making a large wet spot on the bedspread. Then, she collapsed, all the tension leaving her body at once. I pulled my cock out of her and laid.