Looking back I could see where I was bad, really bad. But at the time I was just having fun. I smoked marijuana in high school and in college. Everyon... I hung out with did too." I had the grades to go to USC but I had to have sex with the guidance counselor to get his recommendation. Damn him, I didn't like being used. I liked to be in charge, to pick my partners. I should have turned him in." I started at USC, I made the sorority. I had the brains so the schooling was a breeze. That gave me. .” she replied dumbly, pusing for a moment to try to get a hold of her own mind, “I’m hot, isn’t it—erm, warm in here?”Bethany smiled, flitting away to the storage cabinet thus breaking the tension, “Tell me about it, I keep the temperature around 90 in here. The massages feel better, but I usually end up a sweaty mess from all the work.” She pulled down a bottle of oil, paused, and pulled down a second, smaller bottle. Returning to her client, she offered her hand, “Alright now, let’s get you. Please don’t make me… No… stop, you’re going to make me… I… I'm going to… Oh … oh… OOOHHHHHHHH… nosa… Please… stop!!… Please nooo.” He didn't stop and her eyes closed as she was started to orgasm. She came hard against his hand and she almost lost her balance, falling against his chest. Steve pulled her forward to straddle his waist, turned sideways to lean against the wall, and then reached up and replaced the showerhead in its slot. He pulled her trembling body tight against his, and she felt. Other than a brief second or two of discomfort, nothing even close to pain, she realized that she was getting ready to get fucked in the ass. Just the thought of that in her head made her want to explode, it was so forbidden and sexy and hot. “Esteban, baby, do it, fuck me. Fuck me in my ass. Do it, honey. Fuck my asshole.” A lesser man would have lost it and pounded away with reckless abandon. Thank goodness Esteban was always the man in control. He heard her ardent plea but knew he had.