Our girls were with my in-laws for a trip so Sheree and I headed to Savannah for the party. She had never met any of these freinds before. I told the ...uys I had arranged a stripper and we were having it at one of the guys houses that was large and had privacy. I talked to an old freind and got Sheree a pizza delivery uniform and rooftop light and a little rental car to drive to deliver the pizza. She was to hang out at the pizza place waiting my special order. I went to the party and was one of. She was wearing a sleeveless top and shortskirt. Her husband had to get onto the foot of the bed, reach under thattiny skirt, and work her panties down over her full thighs. She smiledat him, at how girlish he appeared, and at how deeply he had fallen underher power. She suggested, "Instead of lifting my skirt, why don't youslip your head under it. I think that would look cute, don't you? Withyour head under there, kind of bobbing up and down as you eat my pussy?" In a muted voice he said,. . needed a quick break. I gasped and said OK. She bent over and kissed my cheek. Asked me to lick his cock, precum was ready for me. Taste. Ray was panting and said a little more please. Mary told him that she wanted to watch him shooting into my mouth. She slammed my head on his cock for a few minutes. Then she pulled me off again. Ray said you're killing me here. Mary asked Di to jack him into my mouth. Only a couple minutes later he was moaning and telling her to watch... NOW.. he pumped. I mean, the way the masseur likes it best is if you are naked with just a towel over you bottom. It always surprised me how many women are willing to do that with a male masseur."The women would tell me that he was just like a doctor, but I just believed that level of intimacy should be reserved for my husband. Do you have a man or a woman do yours, Darlene?" A... a man. M... my trainer, Jeremy." The stammering, to Julia, was a further indication of the guilt surrounding the massages."Oh, so.