She asked me “Sir massage? Why do you want to waste money? You stay back, I will massage your back with hot oil and then you can relax and have a ho...t water bath, till then I will prepare food.” My eyes shameless struck on her boobs and I asked her – “Are you sure?”She said, “Sir you stay back. I will do it no problem, sir. You will enjoy and feel better.” Her eyes clearly inviting me and she seemed to be ready for an encounter, sensing the opportunity of me being alone and generous. She asked. Sara removed a piece of her bodysuit that revealed her pussy; as she lay in a reclining position, I stood on my knees and checked out her pussy. It was as perfectly tan as the rest of her body, and glistening with precum. I carefully slid my dick inside of her. “Ahhh…” she moaned as I penetrated as deeply as I could. I pulled back, and pulled back in, repeating, and doing it faster and faster. The sensation was amazing; my cock got harder, if that was even possible. Sara continued to moan, “Oh. I kept going, working harder using my cock and fingers and working my pelvis to make my cock hit different spots inside her. I could feel her rising into an orgasm and when it came it was an earthquake. She really must miss those kinds of mornings, I thought.I let her wind down, ignoring what my cock was telling me. I promised a three-hole experience, and I'd done that last night. I hadn't promised to fill every hole over and over. About then I thought about condoms. We used one last night but. It was two o'clock in the afternoon and business was slow. Sean was outside cleaning up the front of the store while Mr. Catchums was busy cleaning the kitchen. To tell the truth, Mr. Catchums appreciated the help cleaning the place more than the help cooking. Trying to run the Dairy King single-handedly had required him to cut some corners. One of those corners was giving the place the kind of thorough cleaning that he preferred. That's not to say that the place was dirty; it wasn't. It just.