I start to moan, and Patrick grabs my chest and tortures my nipples through my shirt. The pain becomes intense, and so does my sweating. When Rob fi...nished, Mark released my wrists and Patrick eases off of me. He slips his fingers under my shirt collar and with a firm grip, I’m pulled back up to my knees. Using my leash, and me on all fours, I am escorted outside to a grassy area behind the hotel. Luckily for me, it was getting late and on a weekday, so there weren’t a lot of passers-by. . I took the long way tothe spa and enjoyed the rural roads unburdened by rush hour traffic.Green Creek Spa was just a large grey building in a suburb of Hobokenbut I walked into it as if there were dragons guarding the doors. Iwalked up to the receptionist and explained I wanted to make anappointment for a massage, hairstyling and manicure in two weeks time.She seemed to have no problem with that so I drew in a breath andexplained that there was just one more thing and told her I. Between her legs the V of her white satin panties seemed to glow in the dark. She rubbed the front panel of her panties and then she slid a finger under the gusset, and explored her labia. She removed the finger and sucked it between her ruby-red lipsticked lips. My cock quivered, even though I had only just come.She dropped the hem of her dress and blew a kiss out into the dark in my general direction."Hope you liked the show mister," she smiled, pirouetted on her heels and walked out of the. I got my puffies back in it my bra and slipped on the shirt. “Come on, let me buy these shirts for us and we’ll go find Mom.”The rest of the afternoon passed in an odd mixture of relaxation and sexual tension. Mom seemed oblivious to us sneaking kisses and I reveled in Sam’s constant attention. When we got a mani-pedi, I secretly bought a dark blue nail polish that matched the splash of color on Sam’s bangs. After a full day of shopping, we picked up Chinese take-out on the way home for.