Sharon tried to protest a little, but a painful twist of her nipples put an end to any effort as the girl continued humping her face. Sharon was whim...ering like a little baby and she had no choice but to take it. Britney was really going now, her head titled back in ecstasy, her hips pumping wildly on Sharon's face. Tits could smell the teen oozing through her little panties as Britney was ready to cum a gusher. The queen sat up and fondling her own enormous breasts jerked her hips brutally. The ad was for massages.What caught my eye was the following in the ad: My body movement and range of motion improves mood and better sleep. My style is a combination of therapeutic and sensual. The massage can be in the nude with mutual touch if that helps make the session more relaxing, natural and comfortable.I responded to the ad asking for rates and if the masseur made house calls or only took appointments in his location. I immediately got a response saying the masseur had an assistant. The prince, a man too lazy to provide for his own pleasure, to incompetent to be left to his own devices, stirred languidly against the soft pillow upon which he rested, his body too plump to rise on its own power. He watched as the girl, her name he'd forgotten, was pleasured by his manservant, and thought of how she'd fought so valiantly in the beginning. It was almost tiring, her attempts to preserve something that held such little worth as proof of virginity for a commoner such as she, but. I was counting on that so that I could work for Tommy Jeffers.For the next eight days I went about my normal work schedule. I did the things I needed to do to promote the business as well as the post processing of my images from the weeks before. It didn't require all day every day. It did require some part of the day, every day. That time, no matter how small, tied me to the business all day. I was either working or thinking about work all the time it seemed.On Wednesday Tommy called, "Abby I.