His hands grasped my upper arms and he pulled me to my feet. Unsure of what he was wanting, I just let him tug me up like a rag doll. "Take your shir...t off," he demanded quietly. I bit my lip and did what he said. Not like he hadn't seen my breasts a million times before. I pulled my tee over my head and let it drop to the floor. He immediately turned me around and pulled me against him. His heat to my back and his breath against my neck sent chills over me. My flushed nipples begged for. "One new wardrobe of clothing and suddenly you're the queen of sensitivity, fighting for truth, justice and the American way? What the fuck!" But it didn't change the errant conviction that now commanded her.She tore her mind away from the unfamiliar thoughts and looked at Elisabeth thinking the worst seemed to be over for her. She looked and talked a lot better than even a half hour before. "Want me to hang around until your husband gets home to keep you company?" Only if you want." Was. We finally got ourselves cleaned up as best we could. We opened the bathroom stall door to a thunderous ovation from the group of women listening to our entire fuck session. We both blushed hearing them yell, WOOHOO and YOU GO GIRL, as we walked out of the restroom. As we arrived back to our table, Claire, David, and Bobby grinned from ear to ear."I was just about to come and check on you two," Claire joked. Jacob and I sat back down in our seats with me back next to Bobby who gave me a. She sits on a stool beside me, takes my fingers, and massages them. She stretches each finger in turn, before doing my nails. “Damn this is so erotic and sensual,” I realize that I am enjoying this pampering. “Okay, all done,” she smiles at me. “Now go through these doors and take a shower” “A shower,” I blurt, “Why?” “Oh just to get you ready for your massage,” she says smiling seductively at me. “Great.” I enter the door and am in a large tiled room with shower heads and nozzles. I fiddle.