My masseuse asked me if it was right I was celebrating my birthday, to which I just nodded my confirmation.It was at this point my wife called out to ...ee if I was okay. I looked at my masseuse, who put her fingers to her lips asking me to be quiet. I confirmed that I was fine.The massage continued with the main attention being on my torso for the first ten minutes or so, during which I could not take my eyes off her wonderful pert perfect tits.The attention then moved to my feet and legs which. I open my eyes a bit as the last few jets of cum make their way in her pissing cunt only to see that her face is all covered now in my saliva and my hands are strangling her ferociously -- yet the whore is closing her eyes taking all this perverted pleasure while her piss is still splashing against my belly. I wait a few more seconds for the last cum drops to flow inside her and for her to finish pissing then I take my cock out and wipe it with a towel.I then look at her: she did alright! I. I suppose so, my dear." I crouched down--there was really no way I could kneel, the ground was too rough. I rubbed my hands (both of them) up and down his meat. He reached out and grabbed a handful of tit in each hand. Then he undid those top two buttons and slipped his hands inside my blouse, pinching my hardened nipples through the lacy material of my bra. Meanwhile I kissed the tip of his member, then used my tongue to trace the shape of his helmet. One hand rubbing his throbbing cock, the. "The living room is through that opening," she said to Melody. "Why don't you start in there while I go and find my friend." Excellent." Melody nodded to her three girl crew and then watched as they slipped off their coats, handing them to Mira. Her smile widened when she saw four sets of perky tits and bare little pussies. Two of the girls wore thigh high nylons under their four inch heels. The other two had small white bobby socks with a fringe of lace around the top. Mira quickly hung up.