“Explain to me why I shouldn’t bend you over that table and fuck your brains out right now,” Aron spoke again, as he placed his hands on his hip...s.The guy was wearing nothing but silk pajama pants, loose on his hips. Carter’s eyes traveled up and down the man’s beautiful torso, partially covered in black curly hair. Eventually, his brain registered that he needed to defend himself. Pulling the banana out, he managed to speak.“Health and safety regulations?” he attempted an answer to Aron’s. Then I started on the dishes. I didn’t have many dishes, so there weren’t that many to wash, but it took some chiseling to get the cooked-on crap out of my iron skillet. I even changed the sheets and made the bed. I got so involved in this that I almost didn’t leave for my last class on time. I made it, sliding into my seat just in time, but I really couldn’t concentrate on class as the professor droned on. Somehow, I couldn’t get the notion of romancing Sharon out of my mind. The strangest. Cautiously, I peeked around the corner and into my room. On my bed stroking his cock with one of my thigh high stockings was my son. I barely caught the gasp that was about to escape my lips. My son was jerking off on my bed and seemingly reading something on his laptop, as his moans of pleasure increased. I was frozen in shock and my legs felt trapped in cement, I couldnt take my eyes off my son and his shockingly large cock. It was only a minute, maybe two, before my son moaned, Oh yes,. All of a sudden it became clear to me that we were about to watch somebody get a massage and would be able to watch her disrobe. It then struck me that Martha came to this same massage parlor and I wondered if she had been observed by a group of strangers undressing and getting a massage, the thought of that excited me.There were six of us guys sitting in the darkened room and soon the door opened in the room we were observing and a female masseuse escorted Judy (the girl we spoke of) into the.