My life is fairly normal, work and divorced, with k**s. I am five-foot ten, good-looking, muscular and I am over seven inches, hard. I am very physica...l, always doing sports activities and being hard on my body. I take care of my body and have a great CMT, or certified massage ther****t. I have seen her on a regular basis . Themajor turn in my life came when my CMT moved away in an emergency to help a sick family member. I had scheduled an appointment that very evening, which my sore muscles. I stare at her for a minute before speaking.“We need to hurry up and leave,” I tell her grabbing her clothes and handing them to her.“I need to pay the bill,” Wilma informs me only putting on her leather skirt and torn tank top.I follow her out of the room and am careful not to touch anything as we head to the front desk, fuck the bill I say it’s not worth the jail time. I follow her into the office and watch her walk behind the counter and into the door labeled manager. I stand there feeling. With a quick flip she corrals the surrounding cum right into his mouth and then holds his nose. More bursting out in laughter as the coughing and gagging is more intense than before. She removes the pillows holding his head in place and he turns to the side desperately trying to get the cum out his throat before it all goes down. He flails his head back and forth. She towels his eyes so he can see. He opens them up to see them standing around just balling their eyes from so much laughter. . I dabbed off the excess from between my ass-cheeks, pulled up my panties, and then went to put my plan into action.Henry was sitting on the edge of his bed when I walked out. He must have been rubbing himself again, I thought, as he tried to conceal the slight bulge in the front of his shorts. I sat down right across from him."Henry," I said as I reached out to put a hand on his knee. "I need you to understand something. I told you before; dressing like this is a sexual thing for me. Don't be.