I couldn't help but to look as she walked down the isle and I knew that she KNEW I'd be looking. There is a walk in every woman that she uses when she...knows she's being watched. This woman had hers to perfection. This dress was perfect for what she was doing in it. I knew that if I held my breath I could hear the swishing sound as her hips swayed. My chest got tight and a bit of sweat rolled from my forehead. The blood was pounding in my ears as I "semi" raced up the isle to see more of this. Then he came forward with a loin cloth, common in ayurvedic centers, the man tucked in the cloth at my front, just above my penis and then rapidly pulled down my briefs. My dick was covered from view by the cloth. Then he pulled the cloth tightly and tucked it behind me, forming a sort of covering for my private parts. The thin cotton was lodged between my ass cheeks.I was asked to sit on a stool. He had already heated the oil. Now, he dipped his fingers into the bowl and started on the. She had worked hard to mold her body into curvy perfection, and knew how to use it to her advantage. Stepping through the doorway, she frowned to herself when he barely spared her a glance, seemingly indifferent to her charm. Professor Jones was sitting behind his desk, his computer casting a faint glow on his face. Gesturing to a simple brown chair in front of his desk for her to sit down, he began speaking. “Maggie, I’ve called you here because I’ve noticed that without serious intervention. There was this, from what the guy next to me said, Columbian lady there. WOW. She must have been in her early 40's but what a body. She was wearing a tank top and bikini bottom set. It showed off her awesome cleavage and ample size boobs very well and her ass looked peachy, the later the evening went on the further up her ass her bikini bottoms went, and she didn't even try to pull them back out mmmmm. Me and my bud went in the steam room just after she did, of course it was perv o clock. She.