Her nipples were so fat and hard. My fingers brushed them. My oiled digits rubbed them back and forth. Phillipa gasped, her eyes widening.“Wait, wai...!” she moaned, her body trembling. “Oh... oh... Mom, Mom! She's playing with my nipples. I... I...”“Shhh,” purred Olivia, her hands pressing into her crotch now. “It's okay. She's giving you a full massage. This is why you're here.”Olivia leaned over and captured her daughter's lips in an incestuous kiss. Phillipa gasped into her mother's lips. Her. I felt like I didn't even want his cum. I would like to be used as a cum dump but not a two minute cum dump. I want to be treated like a dirty girl.On Monday at work I tried to get some more information from the ladies that told me they had a massage before. None of them would say if they were fucked hard like I was. One younger girl eluded that she really enjoyed the full body part of the massage. I'm assuming her masseuse made her cum. Maybe she was too afraid to tell me if she too got fucked. All these things waited for her…allshe had to do was drop the damn ball. A diamond ring! Every girl's dream. How big would it be? One carat? Two?Every hour it became bigger. All she had to do was hang onto that little silverball! In the end, the spirit was willing, but the flesh was weak. Her fingers becamecold, numb sausages that she could no longer control. She didn't feel the ballslip out of her grasp, but she could hear the sound of the metal ball bouncingoff the concrete floor. In the. It'll be fun to be pretend to be his wife, I hope. What's a consortanyway?"She just shook her head, dismissively. "Google it."And I think I heard her mutter under her breath, "Twit."I just frowned, but continued on. "And I am looking forward to dressing indesigner clothes and having my hair and make-up done by professionals," Iput my hand on my hip and vamped for her at the thought. But don't youthink this whole thing goes way too far? A whole year? And no way out?And I have to do whatever.