Long before getting married when I was about 14 I found a book titled “Sex Life Letters” in my elder brother’s collection. I found the real sex ...ife experiences given there highly exciting, but none the more so than a letter by a woman who wrote that her husband would bring home an office colleague (male) to their house, and under a pre-planned arrangement, she would appear before the guest in her bathing robe acting as if she was about to take a shower. After some casual chit chat she would. " I lied. The truth was; I was hot. I prayed I hadn't soaked through my bikini.Her look turned angry."It's ugh hot ma'am," I said quickly.The cloth suddenly jerked up harshly several times, leaving me once again balanced on my tip-toes. "Oh!" I gasped with every sharp tug."What's hot, Lauren? And you better tell me the goddamn truth!"I looked down at my swollen sex. My cunt lips were fat and divided by the fabric of my bikini, which had disappeared in the folds of my pussy. My shiny tan thighs. Ellen didnt feel very tense, but I remember giving her a very soothing light touch massage. My skills werent the greatest at this point in my education but apparently it was enough to have her return. Obviously she liked it because when she returned, she always asked for me for several more massages before she graduated from college. That was the last of I saw of he until today. She inquired if I was now a licensed masseur. I told her I was, but things were starting very slow. She told me that. Anita was greeting the guys, I just stood there. Anita now removed her leather coat and lifted the micro skirt right off me leaving the clamps, stockings and heels only. There were murmurs of delight and approval from the 6 men. I knew I was the main course, but my sister was there to help and be used as well. I knew she’d been here on about 4 visits with her friend and his wife plus 3 visits as the sole woman, brought by a kinky friend of hers. Her friend had apparent brought his own wife.