Camille ay there, panting, softly massaging her breasts. I stood up, her legs finding their way around my hips. I leaned over her, kissing her. She re...urned the kiss with passion and fire before placing a hand on my chest and pushing me up.I went back down on Camille and began kissing her even more passionately, my cock was ready to go into her. She wrapped her legs around me, her hand reached between us to grab my cock, guiding it to her hot, tight cunt. I felt the head of my cock settle at. As if nothing had happened, the two ladies placed small towels over our private areas, and removed the curtains. Their job was now done and they quietly exited the room.“Ready for your massage?” Jill asked.I completely forgot about the massage! “I always find a nice orgasm gets me ready to really enjoy the massage,” Jill continued, matter-of-factly.“I’m not even sure I need a massage after that!” I said.“If you thought that was relaxing, just wait until you feel how great these guys are with. "Come over here and I'll give you something to make you happy, sweet thing." He, like everything else, wasn't real. So I quelled my anger and moved on. I hadn't realized it was that sort of strip joint. It didn't look like a gay establishment. There were near naked waitresses and a buxom woman was dancing round a pole as she slowly pulled off what little clothing she had left. My heart thudded and I looked again. The face was different, far more feminine than before, but I knew immediately that. ‘Dom . . . .’ She wasn’t what she was asking. He kept one hand on her hip and let the other roam over her, touching as much of her soft skin as he could. He loved her voice, he loved the sounds she made, and he damn well loved the way she tasted. He couldn’t get enough of that, or of the way her body responded to him. I would have chased her across the state, he thought. Relentlessly, he teased her with his tongue and drove her on. He refused to change his pace or rhythm even when she began to.