Upon leaving the spa that day after her experience with Alvin, a black Kenyan masseur, she neglected to tell me that, as she got to the reception area..., she booked him for a massage the next day. We weren't married at the time and had only been dating a short while so I guess I wasn't entitled to a veto of her activity regardless of what my feelings were.That next morning, after I left for a meeting she began her preparations; everything had to be perfect. She wanted to look her best in every. She had a lovely ‘innie’ of a butt hole so it proved very easy to slide all the way out and back in again without losing it. The more I pushed in the more she pushed out and it wasn’t long before the sensation became one where the deeper I went the more excited she became and she was getting off big time. This slippery, gritty and at times cavernous feeling in her shitter was bringing me to a point of no return as I started to bang her butt like a jack hammer. Right on the brink of coming I. As the thickest part of it finally passed the tight ring of her pulsing ass she sighed and squirmed. In the mirror she was glad that her sight was dimmed, but glanced back yet again just the same, hoping to see the swirl of tail.The clock said she had one minute and just in time she sank to her knees in the middle of the floor. As the door hinges creaked she lifted her head, knowing better than to hide and his shadowy form entered. He walked slowly around her, touching her “ears” and laughing. ."Richard shrugged. "Don't look at me. I'd have no idea."Allison laughed as she closed the journal up and set it aside on the table. "Do you want to sit for a moment?" she asked, gesturing to the chair across from her.Richard set his bag and cup down joined her."I had fun the other day," she said, her eyes lively."Me too. I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable," Richard said quietly."Uncomfortable?" I mean, you know, Emily, Sandra and me." No, I see stuff like that all the time back home.".