“I’m…...I’m nervous,” she settled on an emotion that was true, while hoping that she could avoid further explanation.“Why?” His low voic... rolled over her skin like a purr. She closed her eyes, lost in his sound. His hands continued their exploration of her body, ghosting over her abdomen, cupping her breasts.“I don’t want to be…...exposed..….like that for anyone but you,” Clarice swallowed convulsively, giving him exactly what he wanted.“Tell me more,” his words a quiet demand, drawing her from. She was a BBW(at the time I really wasn't into them) she stood 5'8, 36D breasts, long brown hair and the most sexy green eyes I had seen. We introduce ourselves and sit on the couch and make small talk where you from, what do you like to do blah blah.So after we ran outta of stuff to talk about she asked me what I wanted to do. Well my friend and his girl had already went to the back room. Before I could say anything she said How about I suck your dick?? I'm like shit OK. For some reason which. Then i said to myself, ahhh "A SOOTHING OILY MASSAGE" will probably do the magic. so i called front desk and ordered a massage. in just a minute or two the bell rang. to my surprise they send me a MALE MASSEUR. i was so embarassed and blushing cause i expected someone of the same gender. with assuring words, he told me that im in good hands. i lay down on the bed face down. unknown to me, the masseur strip down and wrapped himself with just a tiny towel, then he started unrobing me. my bare. Chad and Tricia were on the phone for a good 20 minutes, but Chad won over Tricia’s mom.“Mistress your mother requests our presence at 10am.” Reported Chad.Now Tricia, you and your slave go to the local fetish shop and get him some appropriate attire. Get yourself anything that catches your fancy.” I instructed them.“Chad, do have funds?” I asked.“I have an unlimited credit card sir!” Replied Chad.“Then take your Mistress shopping! When you’re done, come back and we’ll have lunch.” I.