"I can't believe you!"Tabb was pulling up his pants, cursing."Mr. Tabb!" she yelled. "Get out here! I need you! This guy tried to fuck me!"Tabb opened...the door, hurriedly tucking in his shirt. Jean looked past him. I was standing on the other side of the table. My robe was gone. I didn't try to hide it. I knew this was it. "Oh my god!" Jean said. She turned and slammed the door on her massage room, leaving Tabb, Maxwell and I in the hall."I didn't know," Maxwell said. "I came in and you were. “Pamela’s bringing over another one of her young men and apparently he has a massive cock, so I was just saying I was looking forward to seeing it.” That made me laugh. Pamela was one of Cindy’s best friends, not beautiful, slightly masculine-looking, but extremely sexy with a voracious appetite for young men, late teens early twenties, whom she used just for sexual satisfaction. She looked upon herself as an educator. I’d always had the hots for her but stood no chance, and not because she was. Moving in close to you I startle you just a little bit as I nibble on the top of your shoulder. You can feel my hand bumping against your cheeks as I keep stroking myself. This is driving you crazy. I reach around under your apron and touch you as well. Holding your flat tummy, you lean against the counter as I whisper how I’m going to use you. I squat down and grab an apron string in my mouth and give it a tug. Opening up the back so I can get to you. Kneeling down I trace the back of your. Think about that! I know Bethany talked to you about this. It’s good for you and it’s good for the girls. The longer you go, the more likely it is that you’ll eventually keep vows of forsaking all others.”“You and Bethany are making a lot of sense. And it’s in line with what Joyce told me last year.”“Fucking something like forty girls is not a recipe for a calm, stable, drama-free life! I’m sure it was fun, but if you want a family, at some point it had to stop. I think you and your girlfriends.