Of course, in the process of helping her, those big guns were rubbing against me and my cock sprang to attention once again. This time as I helped her...down on the couch, it was just inches away from her face.She said, your poor guy. Those things were up and down so much today, it like riding in a lift. “Are you going to go home and relieve yourself?” I was stunned at her humor in moments of intense pain. I said, “Ah…yeah.”“I noticed you were hard when you came into help me this morning. Were. Instead of feeling like she was scrubbing me, I felt more like she was caressing my body with the sponge. Raising my firs my left leg, then my right leg, Jasmine washed them with the same gentleness. She next moved on to my back, her gentle touch continued. All the while, my eyes never left her face. There was something about her that I couldn’t put my finger on that fascinated me. Reaching for the bar of soap, she lathered up the sponge to wash my chest. Her washing seemed to be a labor of. I really like my guys smooth and clean, and I always liked my boi's with their lips pouting out in front of their pussy." "I hope I didn't scare you?!"I didn't feel threathened, and anyway it felt kind of nice strange having my cock tucked up into my groin like that and I told him so.He held me tight and then said he had to go....he was not feeling comfortable in the building like this, and he would email me.Crap! I wanted to do something! Even give him a quick BJ. I told him not to worry, that. "You're actually married?" he asked. "They said you were her husband." Yes," I said."And you let her do this?" He frowned. "That's fucked up, man." I had to. You're not the only one who owes money." It's still fucked up," he said.He didn't seem to have a lot more to say, and we just waited. Finally one of the assistants came and took him away. Another one stayed there with me. She got a call on the phone in the room and listened. "Okay," she said. She hung up and faced me."Your wife is pissed.