I felt his hand rubbing my bottom, scratchy on my delicate skin, I knew without a doubt that there would be a bright, perfect, red handprint etched in...to my ass cheek, but still I did not move. The second blow came as suddenly as the first, followed by more rubbing, more spanks, by the tenth slap, the tears were running down my face, dripping to the floor as my body trembled uncontrollably. This time his hand continued rubbing, my pussy was soaked by now even as he kneaded the bruised flesh of. I laughed and said what? You will massage me? He said yes I can massage I have my certificates.I said not that Shailender it’s not possible. He asked why not possible? I was hesitated to say him. I said no let it go. He said ok as you wish but tell me why? I said him, look you are young you don’t understand. I can understand, I am a young boy and you are a lady. Massage is just a therapy and executed by a professional just as a doctor examine and treat his patient nothing more than that aunty,. You turn on some music and sit on the couch daydreaming, you end up falling asleep. Sweet dreams begin.In your dreams you smell lavender and you get this feeling that someone is with you, but who? This dream is peaceful and you find yourself relaxing. This person with you has soft hands, you think to yourself, “don’t let this dream stop it’s been too long since someone has made me comfortable”. Your entire body has been gently massaged in your dream. You smell sandalwood, where do you know that. So, every time he thrust and his cock caught slightly in my hole, I pushed my fat ass back on him, after a few times of this, he stopped his bell end on my asshole, hovered there, and his hand left my cunt and moved back to hold his cock. He asked me to lift my body slightly, so I obliged and his other arm slipped down my body, that hand now taking on the work of fingering my gash. Now he gently, slowly, rhythmically rubbed his cock end on my asshole, flicking it in and out and over it’s little.