It didn’t hurt, but it splashed some of the oil on the crotch of my boxers. She apologized profusely and then insisted she do something else.“Slip...off your underwear and I’ll put them in the oven where we warm our towels. They’ll be dry by the time we’re finished.” I already had the usual erection, and the idea of being naked worried me, but she was genuinely convincing.Then things got scary as she returned to the massage part of the therapy. This time when she grazed her hand against my ball. As Pilar scrambled out and turned to help Elena I stuck a twenty-euro note in the driver's hand and made a never-mind-the-change face; he took off before I could change my mind, nearly tearing my arm off as he accelerated away. Taxi drivers are the same the world over.I straightened up and looked at my visitors. Elena was wearing a set of sweats that were obviously Pilar's. She was wobbling on a pair of fuck-me shoes with three-inch heels, a relic of her working outfit, I guessed. Her face was. And then I felt his hips shaking,as he pushed his dick in deeper,holding my head against him.And he came as I swallowed his bitter seed.Gently I pulled back sliding his still hard dick out of my mouth,and said 'Really? Already?'...He laughed and said, 'Oh we're not done yet.'He lifted me back to my feet,and began kissing me again, as he lead me backward to the couch.(We had a suite)Again, he gently held my throat,and whispered in my ear 'My turn'as his other hand ran up my thigh across my. The thirty-year old cursed at himself as he attempted to rise to his feet and failed miserably. On his second try, he was able to stand up, but his legs wouldn’t let him move.“DAMMIT! Why the Hell did I drink so much last night?” he asked himself as he wobbled his way to the bathroom.As he staggered through the hallway, he caught a whiff of the familiar scent of bacon frying in a pan. This didn’t strike him as odd until he stepped up to the toilet and started relieving himself.“Who the fuck is.