I size them up right away. You can see it in their eyes. They're hungry, really hungry. You were easy. You have bitch written all over your face. Nibb...e on my balls for a while-- yeah, nice little bites. Yes, like that. My wife is great at this. She gives the best head. Not like most of the knuckle-heads who come in here. Put a finger on my hole and stroke it. No, softer..... yeah, like that. But don't stick it in. I don't take anything in my ass. I'm not gay like you." At one point I had. She’d booked a massage with the hotel’s own spa. The masseur had made it plain to her before he started that if she had any special requirements he would be happy to oblige her. She did; and she recalled with a warm buzz that he had been very obliging indeed. Twice. Em always liked it twice. However, she reminded herself, that was there and this was here. Such services were generally very difficult to find, especially since no one advertised them. Em went back to the brochure. It said the spa. Even her pussy looked different.She had brought her hands up to cup her breasts, then tugged gently on her nipples. A sensation, many times stronger than she had expected, roared through her, almost sending her to her knees with its intensity. She staggered back to sit on the side of the bed. Sliding a hand down to pull a finger gently across her vulva, she finally touched her clit at the top of her stroke. She could have sworn that sparks flew from her little bud. The most powerful orgasm she. He then began to cum thick ropes across my face. His load was so hot that it almost made me cum. After he came all over my face, he told me to take a seat on the bench. He then kneeled before me and raised my legs in the air and started to tongue my quivering asshole. His tongue darted in and out of my ass and it made me want to cum all over my chest. He then stood up put on his pants and walked out. I stayed in my booth awhile longer waiting for another guy but I had no luck so I decided to.