Now my face really reddened. "No!" I said sternly, pushing him back into the bedroom. "Not tonight!"Before he could recover I closed the door and push...d in the lock. Alone, there was no stopping my grin. I had to admit that I certainly needed a massage. I also needed to admit that yes, I could see a massage leading to something else. Steve was randy tonight and his playfulness had put a match to the fuse leading to my powder keg. It had been a while. It had been even longer since we'd really. The bra was only a half bra that left my nipples and the top half of my breast exposed. Then there was a clear transparent white gown that wrapped around me and was tied in a knot over my left shoulder leaving my left side fully exposed while also leaving nothing else to the imagination. After that a small white hat was pinned to my hair that had a white vial attached to the front of it that came down to just before the bottom of my nose. Once my hair and makeup was done a stage hand led me. One man told me that I was capable of making men cum with my eyes and seductive smile. Another said that my deep navel was like a chalice and best suited for sipping wine. Of course, all were crazy about my boobs and nipples.But, I agree with my hubby Raj. He says that the sexiest part is my mind, it keeps my cunt and other holes going and going. Once, I engaged eight cocks for three days, non-stop. That marathon fucking amazed them, their balls were drained of the last drop of cum but I was. But maybe you'll be a little more friendly after I play the tape through for Cannon, eh?" No! No, you can't!" Carol blurted, opening her eyes wide. "You said that... that if I cooperated, you wouldn't... !" Shit, you don't call this cooperating for Christ's sake, do you?" he snarled. "Look, bitch, I don't intend to have to rape you! You either give willingly, and any goddamned way I want it, or your copper cock-man gets the working over of his life plus an earful of that tape! You dig me.