Regaining control of himself, he nodded in acknowledgement. Soon he had completed her massage. Bruno’s eyes scanned up her body. She seemed asleep, ...er eyes closed, her breasts heaving with each breath. She became dimly aware that the wonderful kneading had stopped. She sighed, then opened her eyes as she heard Bruno saying, “Ma’am? Ma’am? We’re finished Ma’am.” “That felt wonderful!” she purred stretching like a cat. Bruno offered his hand and helped her sit upright. Only then did she realize. She could feel me getting wet for sure and she had guessed my darkest secret: I was not going to stop her attack.She again pushed her weight against me harder, teasing my clit, feeling my pleasure as my muscles began to tense. I struggled a bit more, trying to pull away, but she just pushed me harder, moved her fingers faster, making me gasp for some breath."You want this. I know you do. So, bitch, do not try to get away..." Her deep voice hissed softly, as I felt her warm breath on my skin…My. First off, I hated Izzy’s guts more then anything right now for insulting my work, and secondly, I wasn’t going to be used again.That night, I tossed and turned, dreaming about Izzy’s body up against mine, but at the same time I could see me giving her a piece of mind and even hitting her. It wasn’t look good for me, and I knew it. But this time there was nothing driving me to kiss her, to feel her, and that’s because every time those thoughts popped up in my head they were replaced with. I said, "Yes, I remember it vividly," as I recalled the details.After I had come home from a trip, I put my bags by the stairs that my husband, Stan, would kindly carry up later. He had already poured me a shot of my usual fantasy releasing Tequila as he knows it is the elixir that quickly puts me into an exhibitionist mood. He said he had really missed me and asked me to come in and spend some time with him and his friends. I was going to first change clothes but he asked me not to. Stan likes.