Oh, most of it fell on you and me but Biff caught his fair share, I'm sure. I pictured her saying something like, 'If I knew where that son of a bitch... was, I'd kill him myself.' And Scarborough – or now Mann, I suppose – would answer, 'Do you mean that?' And it would go from there."Elizabeth had crossed her arms across her chest in a defensive posture so I assumed she didn't like my scenario."I wish you'd let up on Paul," she said."I wish I'd grow wings and learn to fly," I countered. "Neither. It turned out, he was a specialist in massage, including physiotherapy. He lost the job, too many people do this these days, got an offer as a porn actor, and with new contacts, he got a job in the massage club. I asked him straight if he would fuck clients too. The question made him more talkative. Sure, if I wanted to, but careful these days, health issues, protective masks, and so on. Yet he didn't forget to ask me whether I shave my pussy. He likes bald bodies.I talked to Paul, who grinned. "Jealous?" one of the women smirked."You bet I am!" I don't blame you; she's so much more attractive than YOU are! We cameout here for a mate-swapping party, but I have a feeling your wife'sgoing to get all the attention!" Urrrgh!"Tell you what: Let's see if we can get them to pay a little lessattention to her..."They tied fish-line around my chest, under my pecs, then over them,lifting and shaping my soft chest up, out, into two smallish but well-shaped swellings that almost looked like. She stood off of the bed and faced me. She gently placed her hands on my chest and began to rub her palms against my skin. Her thin, delicate fingers felt wonderful running through the tight black curls of my chest hair. One of her hands continued down to cup my heavy balls and encircled my overheated boner. Her hand sent electric shocks through my spine as it lightly stroked the length of my shaft. I felt a twitch and a pull at the base of my cock and feared I might shoot off right then and.