I mean, would any of my teammates lie to me about a physical condition? Would they?I set up one of the beds as a massage station, pulled back the blan...kets and such, and set out a few towels so as not to have any stray oils transferred to the sheets. Then I got to work on rubbing down legs and shoulders that had been made sore by the day’s exertions. In short order, the room smelled of warmed mint and eucalyptus, I had been on the pro tour, so I knew the drill. Special oils, that were closely. As soon as we arrived home Deborah insisted that I try on my bra. Afterremoving my shirt, she held out the straps and helped me fasten the bararound my back. I must admit it felt good to have my breast supportedand help with their sensitivity. Deborah then gave me one of her shirtsto wear with darts to allow for my breast. That afternoon we headed forthe beauty parlor for my regular appointment. Angela greeted us andimmediately, noticed my bra and commented on how nice I was developing.After. It really gripped my fingers.”“God ... Okay I’ll risk it anyway. I feel like a hundred cums.”“He can probably get it up again, in any case.”I was being talked about again, but not in an unflattering way at least, so I smiled and speeded up. In a minute or two Zann was having an earth-shaking orgasm round my madly throbbing cock, but I managed not to cum.I waited till she’d calmed down a bit, and resumed.“Join in Saffs,” she breathed, and her girlfriend started on the right breast while her. I also told her that I was imagining what color bra she was wearing. She got the drift and replied to me saying she had a black bra on, which she will change when she reached home.I said I would love to be a fly on the wall when she was changing; admire her pert nipples and juicy melons. It was the most clichéd line but somehow worked. She was beginning to get turned on too. I enquired what color panty she had on and asked if she intended to change that too? Then I made the most obvious.