Sue more vigorously stroked me and James in synch, but made my balls deliberately bounce more as she slid my foreskin over my bishop then sharply pull...d it back. “James, I bet your scimitar works especially well when fucking Renae in missionary posture so you knead her G-spot with each stroke.” She winked at him, ensuring he took the hint. Renae smiled and nodded.A quick look around showed me that all the women were topless and one was already deeply sucking cock. Two of them shimmied out of. Other matter. It’s actually not too bad and at least doesn’t smell noticeably. I’m faced with a decision now: do I blow him right now, trusting to teenage hormones to have him going again pretty soon, or do I try and hold him back until I’m ready to let him fuck me? I decide on the former, evidence so far suggesting it takes very little to get little Jimmy interested. That decided I pull him back under the shower, rinsing the gel away and giving me another opportunity to run hands over biceps. It is hectic to drive down in the traffic every day. Then come back home totally tired and do all the house chores. I casually said maybe she should visit some massage parlor nearby and get a good massage.Immediately it rung a bell in her mind. She asked if I can give her a massage and she can even pay me for it. I was a bit taken aback because massage is not my profession and I had no dearth for money. I had learned a few massage techniques from the internet and practiced on a few friends to. I told, I knew a better place we could go and discuss rest of these matters so we went through the industry. It was noisy and busy. But wherever we found ourselves alone, I kissed her. Later, I told her to apply leave for the day and come with me to my hotel. She did so. We went to my hotel and all the way we caressed each other in the rickshaw. Her nipples are now erect. I pinched them.She moaned meekly and told me please not here in traffic and smiled coyly, blushing. So I stopped touching.