Yourlips are so pouty, and sexy," she laughed."I just want to kiss them," she put her lips to his and very gentlytouched his lips."Let me gloss them f...or that wet look," as she glossed his lips and satback and looked at her masterpiece."Do you like it honey?" she asked looking in the mirror with him."Yes," he gasped, as she was rubbing his crotch."I do too. You look like such a whore," she said getting off his lap."Oh yes," he said on a fetish high right now."Oh I'm so glad you feel that way,". She sounded confident and authoritative. But not mad. I was so startled I lost my balance and fell onto the floor. I turned around to look up at her. I was naked, on the floor with my cum on my inner thighs. "I didn't... She just..." I mumbled, looking up at her. I was fucked. She would divorce me. "No, baby, its okay," she said, looking down at me with a smile. "You were here the whole time?" I said. I was so confused. "Yes, I was here the whole time. The masseuse was asking me if it was okay.. I squelched the part of me that wanted to automatically give him whatever he asked and rolled my eyes at him.“Oh, come on, we can hang out some time. I have to leave, I’ve got, uh…something to do.” His smile was charming and my answering one was wry.“Good thing your jeans aren’t tight or everyone here would know exactly what you need to do. I guess Samantha’s getting a call tonight.” I thought I was so bold, stating it outright like he would be shocked and try to hide it, a normal guy. That feeling, of a cock becoming hard while pressed against me, has always been such a turn on. I began to move my hips. Slowly, rolling them in small circles, pushing my butt back in to him. And I felt him become harder, his cock now rock solid, pressing in to me, I pressed right back.We moved together like this for a little while, keeping our movements small so as not to draw attention to ourselves. We were surrounded by others in this tiny space. I was getting so turned on, my pussy was.