.nothing else? What the hell happened?" The Driver pondered for a moment. "You know, Bunny's English isn't that great. Maybe you missed the signal?" S...he made some hand gestures that were…pretty universal." So what did you say?" I said no. Just the massage, please."The Driver took his sunglasses off. James cringed. "Do you mean to tell me," the Driver said, speaking slowly and distinctly, "that you went to a Chinatown massage parlor just because you actually wanted a massage?"Helpless, James. She drew in a steadying intake of air. “I think you know I’ve been dying for this to happen,” she responded, uncertainty and desire warring in her expression. He smiled in response, and his hand left her cheek to begin stroking up her thigh. She started quivering, her entire body on fire, her pussy already soaking her panties and into the chair. His other hand drew her chin up in a gentle grip and he kissed her lips in a firm ferocity, sending her into emotional turmoil. His lips gently bribed. Harland. She smiled at me, this smoldering look in her eyes. She held out her hand.She had a syringe with a hot-pink solution in it.“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped, taking it from her. “You’re so amazing, Ms. Harland. I’m going to fuck you first for being so awesome.”Her smile grew.“Oh, my god, is that her?” Christine called. My older sister sounded like she was at the top of the stairs.“Uh-huh,” I called before I pulled off the plastic cap with my teeth and spat it out onto the floor. “Where do I. Both slender little wives now glanced at the other wife as if she was seeing her for the first time - each knowing the other had the same thing on her mind.Both petite little wives listening to their excited husband's exchanges now smiled timidly in the direction of the other wife.Although obviously willing, they were both somewhat hesitant. Slightly embarrassed, each wife looked into the other's eyes. Then they stepped toward each other until they were standing face to face - almost against.