At many of the spas I have had hand jobs from the therapist. I always try to get more than a hand job but had not been possible. However, this changed... during one of my trips to Delhi.I had finished my work for the day by 2 pm and was back at my hotel. My next meeting was scheduled for the next day at 11 am. So, I had the whole day to myself. As soon as I returned to the hotel, I booked myself an-hour-and-half massage session at the spa. I was eager to get at least a hand job, if nothing else,. “Yessir” he heard Niki say as she moved around in front of him, waiting as he sat on the stool before undoing his belt and slowly withdrawing his rapidly inflating cock. Carol’s back was turned as she put a couple of pickle spears on a plate and brought them and a small plate of pre-sliced sandwiches around to the table. She stopped, flummoxed momentarily, when she saw Niki on her knees, her mouth moving over the head of Max’s erection, eventually moving towards the two of them, setting the two. "Maybe you will. It's not that far away… it's only about two hours' drive from here," I said."Yeah, but I don't have the money for a hotel or anyplace to stay. And I work six days a week here just to make enough to live on. I get to eat here for free when I'm working so that helps too," she said.I was about done with my lunch at this point and so Michelle gets up from the table "I'll go get your check. Be right back!" she said. I couldn't help but watch that delectable round ass of hers shimmy. I had been her first everything ever so she was curious to check was the fuss was about big cocks. Needless to say, I'm not exactly proud of my 4-inch (when erect) dick. I said that I would not like to be there, but that she could do it once as long as I knew about it all the way. She deserved to know how that felt, especially since I know for a fact that she's been absolutely loyal to me.During the next months I practically badgered her to do it, to the point where she got annoyed and told.