He asked me to strip down and insisted on getting an oil massage.I declined his offer of oil massage and asked to strip with me so I would feel comfor...able, but the real reason was to see his hot body. He stripped to his undergarment, even I did the same.I was expecting him to remove his underwear but e didn’t and asked me to lie on the mat on my stomach, which I followed with disappointment and was still in my undie.He started massaging my shoulder arms back legs thigh for 20 min, it was real. He was so close, feeling the heat of his breath on my pulsating clit. My hands went to my breast, touching, squeezing, pinching, replacing his hands. His arm came round my thighs, and his hand came to the top of my fat pussy lips and spread them with two fingers to get more access to my clit, to all of me really. “May I Mistress?” Breathing right on her, hot, soft, slick surface. “Yesss you may.” I let out on a moan. He was so close, I could practically feel his tongue on me. “Mmm, thank you. My head was down, my eyes were on their feet so I can’t see their faces, but the howls as I landed a Jireugi punch to both men’s crotches at the same time was deafening and both were in a very high key. It should be, I can easily break boards with that punch. I spun up out of the split, saw Jimmy getting up, and my foot snapped out. It connected with the side of the quarterback’s head sending him back to the floor beside his friends. His head hit the floor with a loud thump. QB takes a nap now.. As we got out of the vehicle, we were drenched to the core, but we walked ahead to the address we had with us. When we reached the place, the door was shut from inside. We three looked at each other, and we knew knocking wouldn’t help here. Taking some paces back, we rushed together and heaved the door which gave way with a crack. Inside, Asha was sitting in a corner crying. The man was sitting on a chair threatening her. And next to him, a woman, probably his wife was sitting glum. He got up.