Mary had her head twisted around and was engaged in a sloppy kiss with Richard.Her arm was behind them and from the angle, I could only assume that it...was on his crotch.Whether it was inside his pants or not, I couldn’t tell.Richard had his hand inside Mary’s shirt and was going to town playing with her tits.Nina looked at me and smiled. She waggled her eye brows at me, grabbed my hand and placed it on her right breast.Then she ground her ass into my crotch and settled in to watch some more of. This parlor actually was a front for sex trafficking, and many of the masseuses were the product of this trafficking. They were taken from their native countries with the promise of endless opportunities, only to work in establishments like these for pennies on the dollar. The sex traffickers not only imported these young ladies but also exported men and women to anywhere in the world for the right price. Fortunately, as in this case, there was always someone willing to pay the price. The. .." I said, my head falling back in the pillow. She smiled at me, then positioned herself between my legs. Her breasts lay into the comforter, her butt sticking up where I could see it beyond my knees. She played with my lips and clit for a minute or so, seeming to enjoy exploring my details."You are so pretty down here," she said. Then she laid her tongue flat on my clit. It hit me like lightning. I pushed my hips up into her mouth as she licked down, then up, then down. The rhythm owned me as. And probably where my porn DVD’s were stashed as well, hidden on top of a bookshelf. Bull sometimes needed a lot of personal attention and could be a lap-cat when in the right mood (or bored enough). If Pam enjoyed just hanging out in my place and watching TV or playing DVD’s or console games on my big screen with Bull snoring in her lap, that was to be expected and quite fine with me.Still, for appearance sake only, she let me set the table and I poured us a pair of glasses of red wine to.