I was enjoying her company n getting cozy with her n I felt sleep after some time she also slept putting her head on my shoulder n her hand on my thig...hs.I was very tired so I was in deep sleep but after some time I felt someone is touching me n rubbing me I could feel Sonia is touching me over my pants n pressing my dick and my dick also starts responding and getting hard. I open my eyes n look at her she gave me a smile n put my hand on her thighs. I was shocked she was not wearing her pajama. I guess that aspiring therapists are taught to ignore it, because no one has ever left the room or scolded me for being a pervert during what is clearly a non-sexual massage.Since the fronts of the legs are about the last body part to be massaged, when the therapist leaves the room to allow me to get dressed, more often than not I'm left with a raging hard-on. So, I do what any red-blooded male would -- I literally take matters into my own hands, sometimes using a bit of the massage oil left. She started slowly riding up and down on that pole, always making sure to ram it all the way back in on the bottom of every stroke. She and Michele were making out, and Carolyn started grunting into my wife’s mouth as they picked up the pace of their fucking.I was totally over stimulated with a beautiful, bald pussy ramming itself up and down on my cock, while I was watching my wife and her best friend make-outright next to me as they fucked a giant black dildo. Marie bent over and put her. She had an array of various spanking implements lined up on the glass coffee table and my mind was filled with unlimited possibilities.Chelsea gestured for us to take our seats and we sat down. She did not join us on the couch; instead, she pulled a wooden chair from her dining room and placed it across from the coffee table.“Welcome to the party, ladies, I’ve got some new things for sale that you may be interested in. As always, I’m happy to let you test any of the implements,” Chelsea started.