His hand slid up into her hair as he slid his mouth along her jaw to the sensitive skin just below her ear. The stubble on his chin sc****d lightly, r...ising goosebumps on her skin as his hot tongue licked her skin then toyed with her earring. He drew it and her earlobe into his mouth sucking and nibbling. The hand on her back stroked down over her hip. Her breath caught then accelerated as his hand closed on her bottom, kneading her and pressing her harder into his body. She slowly rubbed her. ‘Mmm … enjoying yourself?’ the older woman’s lazy voice purred. ‘Absolutely,’ Ella gasped, glancing over at the blonde. The sight that met her was unbelievably sexual. The Indian masseuse was slithering up and down Marilyn’s naked torso, using every part of her body to spread the nuru oil into the blonde’s pale skin. The light shining into the room from the large windows emphasized the sensual way each woman’s body shined and glistened. Her own masseuse was connecting with every part of Ella’s. " W-what, no," she stuttered "please no, I'll die from embarrassment." But surely you expose your body on the beach," I said, "I'm sure you look great in a small two piece bathing suit." No, no, I can't," she said."Then perhaps I can help you get over your embarrassment," I said."No, no, thank you," she looked petrified at the thought. It's very strange that a pretty woman, with a spectacular figure like hers would not like to show it off. When I started in this profession, there was this old. Jon is here (to properly understand the excitement of this simple thought, think of a Chihuahua that’s had five Red Bulls and an IV of pure adrenaline). “Hello? I let myself in. Sam?” “I’m up here!” A pause, and then the sound of her wiry boy pounding up the stairs. He probably thought that he was being cool, taking two stairs at a time. Ha. Her kiddo. He came to the doorway and slowed. He saw her in a seeming casual clothing choice. Confused, he came close to hug her. Pulling her close..