Not a hard fast invasion rather a slow claiming of what he knew was his. His movements unhurried as he slowly slid out then back into her wetness agai.... Her body screamed and pushed for him to move faster yet he never changed his pace. He would be sure that she found pleasure but it would be at his pace. She knew that was why he loved this position or any other that let him direct the pace. Her movements slowed and she met his slow thrusts adjusting to his pace. Feeling him slide in and out of. Unlike other places we had seen which were all open-plan, this place had roll down curtains so that the customer was afforded a bit of privacy. One attractive masseuse took care of me whilst another took my daughter's hand and led her to the opposite end of the platform. Once we had been directed to lay on our respective mattresses the curtains were rolled down enclosing us each in our own "room" with only our attendant for company.With nobody looking on my lady told me in broken English to. "No way," Ian gasped, holding his hands up and staring at them. Theywere girl hands with perfect manicures. They even had red polish on themthough he had absolutely no idea where that had come from.Ian grabbed at his hair which was now a silky golden blonde that wentdown nearly to his waist and then frantically reached between his legs.There was an absence there."Change me back," Craig demanded in a sexy woman's voice, his voice stillat normal level as he still couldn't disobey the order not. Can you see her tits?" No, she's lying on her front." You just wait. They're massive. Who's the other one?" Skinny girl. Black bikini. Ever such a long crease down between her tits." That's called cleavage. That's Ronnie. Short for Veronica. Hers hang right the way down past her belly button, but she's only the same age as me. The youngest one's called Poppy. She's only..." Shit!" What now?" Slop, swish, slop..."Ronnie's doing something with her pants. She's mega-hairy!" There was silence as he.