Massage’s suite. At first everything was all professional and I undressed behind a screen, covered up with a towel and lay face down on the massage ...able. He began massaging my shoulders and back then moved down to my legs. He moved up my legs to massaging my ass. When he tried to finger my asshole I jumped up off the massage table and smacked the little twerp and was out of there. As I relayed this information to my Mistress my cock was getting hard as stone. I told her “The massage was good. "I have dreamed of you and this moment," he whispered and she smiled nodding, her eyes bright, her arms reaching toward him once more wanting the closeness of his body. He smiled dipping his head to her neck and kissing below her ear before working his way up her jawline to kiss her fully again, rolling her to her back and hovering partially over her.Darren moaned into the kiss, his hands slowly exploring her body as a blind man might read braille. The dress slowly sliding up her thighs as his. As it subsided, all she could was moan and say, “yes..yes..yes..yes..yes.”When her hold on my head relaxed, I realized that ol’ Fat Boy was standing at full attention. Never one to waste a second, nor an opportunity to complete a mission, I straightened up and entered her slick snatch, easily. Katie’s eyes popped open as she gasped, “Damn, you Don. You just made me have a heart attack, now you’re tearing my pussy apart. Oh, my fucking God… why, why, why?”“Why, what?” I asked as my dick hit. "Nice," Ray grinned, "love those little pussycats." Ok; enough fucking around! You; get your ass over to the door. You give Mr Balfour the signal and let him in as usual. This is crunch time and I will not hesitate to waste you if you fuck this up." Ray said menacingly to Michele Bouvier and hid himself out of view against the wall adjoining the door.Michele was again shocked that the two bank robbers knew so much about their operation. She and Abbot had devised a series signals to be used to.