“You don’t need more than one,” said Bob.“I don’t see a masseuse around,” said Mandy, patiently.“What about me?” asked Bob, sounding f...lsely injured.“I’m not sure I want the beast’s hands on me,” said Mandy. She didn’t actually mean that, which surprised her, but she felt like it had to be said.“I am pure of heart,” said Bob. “You will come to no harm in my care.”“No man is pure of heart,” said Mandy, who wondered why she was being so uncooperative.She knew a massage would feel good right. He twitched and struggled furthercausing the leather straps to creak as he swung gently. Legs strappedwide he was forced to watch his dangling little flaccid penis, all doneup in the frilly white satin contraption, the little lace trimmed whitesatin pouch tied tightly around his little sack with a pale pink satinribbon to keep it in place. "A little too intense Timmy dear?" Madge giggled. "I suppose I couldshut this little unit off but then it wouldn't be as much fun now wouldit? You're being. Your friend sure is having a wild time in there." And with that he pulled down his underwear revealed a huge thick monster of a cock. It was veined and angry looking at least ten inches and still growing. He started slowly stroking it up and down. It was so big and ugly it sickened Scott but he couldn't look away. He was so envious. He wished his cock were big like that."Why don't you take off your clothes, son? I can tell I'm making you uncomfortable, if I could see that body of yours I bet. It made no sense. But it was a powerful feeling between her legs whenever her tits were fondled. And he knew it would feel that way.Massaging her orbs, she was aware of the gathering wetness in her valley. Tweaking her nipples, she felt twinges in her pussy. Erotic energy crackled through her body. She closed her eyes to savor the sensations as she kneaded and squeezed her breasts. She thought about how hot she felt and how much she wanted to be touched on her sex. Reopening her eyes, she saw.