"Kiss it!" she said, I pursed my lips. She began to run the tip teasingly across my face. "Is this the way that blond bitch was teasing your cock?" "D...d you like fucking that little slut?" "Don't you you know that you are mine?" "I OWN YOU!" Just how much had she observed before I became aware of her presence? It was edgy laying there, on one hand her dirty talk and dominance over me was exciting but not knowing what plans she had remaining, filled me with certain trepidation.Removing her. Wewould both strip down to our shorts when massaging. Later this wouldchange. I would usually begin by massaging his upper torso. I would beginwith the back of his neck, relaxing the spine. Then I would proceed to hisback, using long strokes that went from his shoulders to the base of hisbuttocks and balls. I would massage and knead the muscles of his ass,allowing my fingers to roam freely in the crack of his ass. Usually, hiscock and balls were perpendicular to his legs, and, as I massaged. Her loyalty was hard to win, but Aimee told them that she had left the lucrative traveling circuit to nurse her father, in his final years.Aimee found her fascinating, in part, because she was unafraid to go for things she wanted. "I won't say she gets off on every customer with whom she plays. On the other hand, I've never known a dancer who gets more sexual pleasure out of her paid encounters."Terry blushed a bit on seeing her, as he had met her before, professionally. She haunted his. Slowly but surely he gets more and more demanding and after a while I'm taking it in deep again. This time not to the finish though. After who knows how long he says "stand up" and as I do he looks around at the big guy, then back to me and says "I'm not the only one you woke up". The big guy walks over. He's quite intimidating. He says "yeah - and I don't believe her. she's not sorry ... yet". I don't know what to say, but can't say anything anyway before he picks me up, carries me over to the.