The warm massage oil ran down my crack and I could feel it dribble onto my asshole. Knowing it was now fully exposed, I involuntarily clenched my hole... as the oil ran over it. I began to consider ending the massage right there and started to mumble "thanks for the massage, but I have to go".His response wasn't verbal, but physical. He did a quick wrestler style pivot, putting his body behind me without ever taking his hands off my back and butt. With his increased deep tissue pressure on my. I pull one headphone away from your ear and whisper “that was the easy part”. I replace the headphone and walk back to the dressing table, running my hand up and down the various items, trying to choose. Time for a little pain I think. I pick up the riding crop and flick it in the air, testing the flexibility. You can’t hear the swish, which I regret, but you’ll soon know what it is. I walk back to the bed.The leather tip of the crop gently slaps the back of your thigh; each stroke quick, light. Sorry. Just, you know, I abandoned everything I had left in Anchorage, and it’s cool to see that you guys saved some things.” Helen took a seat on one of the couches. Troy sat in a recliner, and the other three ladies took the couch opposite her.Helen thought for a moment.“Ok, let’s pretend I was too distracted on Memory Lane, and you were all talking at the same time too much to really pay attention and start again; try going one at a time.” She thought a second before pointing to Julie. “What. "Ahhh, you're very good at this." The compliment strokes your ego and makes you wet all over again. "Yeah, take that cock deep. Ah yeah. Does that cock seem familiar? It should. It's yours. Or at least used to be. I had your cock in my mind while I transitioned. I've worshiped that cock enough on my knees that I know every ridge and every vein. Now you're getting to know it. You've just been fucked and now you're sucking your own cock. It's a good cock isn't it?" Ummmhhhph," is the closest that.