Kandy is a Tantric masseuse, and had ways of “making me feel like I’m in Nirvana.” She explained to me what Tantric massages were like since I�...d never experienced one. I was pleased that I would get a massage along with my “good time”, so I made an appointment within the hour and she gave me directions to her private location. I arrived right at 8pm at a little cottage by the river. It was well lit on the outside and few neighbors around. I knocked and a voluptuous woman opened the door. “Hi. “I like it,” she said gently, her hand still holding his throbbing cock.“It likes you,” he answered.She laughed a little at that as they began to kiss again.They both kept moaning “Mm” as they kissed and kissed. No tongue this time. Just lips locked in a happy little battle. When they were done, she sat up and sat on him, straddling him, facing him, wrapping her skinny arms around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her waist, smiling at the cute belly button, an outie with a tiny jewel. My thighs seem to be a favorite. A few take slices off my tits. The asshole who trained, washed and restrained me actually carves out my pussy. Then, he actually brings it right up to my face to waft it at me before he walks away laughing. This is one of the last images I see as my heart finally cooks through and stops beating. —– Bonus – I felt the story was a little short, so Ive added Jessies point of view: Personally, I think Sarah shouldve just given her boss a blowjob to get the same. Wade knew he didn’t command that fear the closer he got to Helen’s destination: Two houses with no alarm signs, no bumper stickers or signs about how armed the owners were. One house’s vehicles had plenty of Army stickers on them, so that was something, at least. The other didn’t have anything at all, and Wade knew that was specifically for him. The wrinkled old goatfucker who lived there had, for the past few years, practically been begging Wade to try to break into his place. He had a rec.