There was an aroma of sexual excitement in the room. Rhoda’s nipples were peaked and her crotch had become damp on these later sessions. Rhoda moane... a lot and was very satisfied. She never stopped me from moving closer and closer to her pussy. She truly enjoyed it. This went on for several years and then abruptly ceased.Harold passed away from cancer. He was only in his late 40's. All massage sessions stopped for almost two years. Around this same time, Sharon, who had married just out of. Getting out I am greeted by the stunning figure of Delilah laying back on the king bed. “Hey there beautiful,” she said smiling. Pulling my robe around me I look her up and down. Just wearing a light jacket and a t-shirt did not obscure her amazing figure. Her intense eyes one could get lost in met mine and I felt my knees go weak. She wore tight jeans that outlined her butt perfectly, something I thoroughly enjoyed. “Salam habibi,” I said as a smile grew over my face. “It’s so wonderful to see. Yes... I did," he stammered, and then remembering something from his training and hoping to diffuse a problem for which he was clearly feeling at least partly to blame, added, "but we also have anti-homophobia policies and I wouldn't want to... you know... tread on any of those."I was about to continue toying with him by telling him that we were okay on that score since I don't label myself as gay, when suddenly his greasy-haired colleague poked her head around the office door and asked her. I love you and I need to bring you pleasure."He leaned down again and I kissed him; we began to walk and I broke the kiss. I stopped. I said "I want to, God I want to but I can't, I just can't."Jason held me as he said, "Kim you know how much I love you; you know this is right; you were saving yourself for the man you loved; you love me right?" I looked at him and said, "You know I do; I do love you; you know that, but I can't!" Look Kim, I can't stand this torment, this torture, I needed to.