By week three I was to start twice a week deep tissue massage to help workthe kinks out.I limped in for my first massage feeling pretty excited about ...he nextphase of my recovery. I was eager to do anything I could to heal thisinjury as fast as possible.When I met my masseuse for the first time I immediately knew I was going tobe in good hands.To put it bluntly -- Dev was built like a brick shit house. He was a lightskinned black man, probably around 28, who stood around 6'4" and carriedhimself. Markus’s lunch now consisted of a boat of fries and 2 drams of whiskey to wash it down with. When he was finished he headed back to work to finish off his day, it wasn’t too long before he clocked out and headed back to the motel. He was going to collect the costume in the morning to try on at work in case it needed to be changed. That night he didn’t sleep well, again he was drunk and didn’t care who saw him. He failed to notice a woman watching him, something about the man intrigued her and. I began to fill with excitement as I felt his cock fill up completely and press against the back of my throat. I took my mouth off his cock and stood up, happy to see that while I was sucking on him he took his shirt off. I pressed my breasts against his bare chest and kissed him, as I kissed him he lifted me slightly, squeezing my ass in both hands. As I broke the kiss I led him to the side of my bed and bent over in front of him, propping myself up with my elbows. I knew this would. She squatted over me. I could see her ginger hairy cunt the remnents of piss clinging to the hairs. Her lips were wet and there was a slight gap in her cunt where her clitoris was starting to protrude. She lowered her self till her fanny was over my face. Then she started to piss again. I reached out with my tongue and it slipped into her cunt and by luck I closed my mouth over her piss hole. It tasted salty and strange. It was hot like tea and forced itself down the back of my throat I.