" Oh! I'm getting out of here!" It's just a little joke. Yes, I mind if you smoke, but only about as much as you would mind taking your clothes off in...front of a stranger. I only say it that way to show degree of caring, not to make some stupid attempt to seduce you." Boy, you sure had me going there for a minute. I guess I'm pretty up tight right now about something I was hoping you might be able to help me with."Walter brought her a tall gin and tonic."Thanks." She settled back into the. He’d found it exciting, and was struggling not to get hard in front of his masseur. “Why don’t you ask for an extension?” He suggested with a wicked grin on his face. “Mine can go and we’ll see what happens.” I asked, but this was the end of his shift and he couldn’t stay. As the other masseuse left the room mine lingered and in a low voice said, “Meet me outside and I’ll come to your hotel and finish the massage.” We have discussed this scenario many times, so when I told my husband, his eyes. But I didn’t want her to look down and back away. I stared deep into her eyes with the most lustful, sexy look I could master. “You want someone to rub that little soft pussy of yours.” My hand was now reaching the hem of her dress. “Don’t you want someone to take you in every way possible? Don’t you want to surrender yourself entirely? You’re straight up lying to me if you tell me that isn’t true.” My hand was under her little black dress now. I could feel the warmth between her thighs. Only a. I stopped her and again I asked her,”Sach batao woh piche wale black guy ke saath bhi maza aaya na.”Asma was scared by this question.Asma- “Mujhe toh aapke saath maza aaya.”Me-“Itni bholi mat bano. Chalo batao kitna bada tha uska.”Asma-“Kya bada?”Me-“Uska lund jo tumne pakda tha.”Her eyes were wide open.Me-“Sorry dear but I caught you when you were holding his lund.”Saying this I started laughing which made her relax to confess what she had done.Asma (blushing)-“Jaanu that was too big. I never.