‘Now… touch yourself, Megan.’ He dared, relieved at her nod.She shifted on the make shift bed, getting comfortable before reaching between her t...highs and slowly parting her lips with her fingers, stroking through the cleft between them. Her fingers disappeared up to the first joint of her knuckles, accompanied my a soft moan as she lay back, her other hand stroking over her taut tummy. Her eyes were closed, he noted, not that it mattered. She knew he was watching, that he was a prisoner to her. When we walked out into the main exhibition hall I was so excited; I was going to be naked in front of hundreds of people. My pussy was wet and tingling.These are the companies that I spent time with: -Clover MassageI too thought that I would have a relaxing time there. I was expecting to be able to tell the masseuse to stay away from my breasts and genitals because I knew that I would cum if he touched them; but as soon as that man told me that I was going to have a full body massage and that. It was his dick which was wanting to come out and play. He was pressing his crotch very hard on me), while I was busy noticing all these his hands managed to get into my tops and it was struggling with my bra. Oh fucking god, how could even notice his hand coming towards my boobs. Aww.. To be honest I was high and didn’t know what’s happening in my surroundings. He pulled my bra and was circling around my nipple with his hands. ufff this was too high for me.Instantly I removed my tops and bra. I knew also thatshe was a sexually passionate woman. My father, apparently, knew that tooand catered to that passion with his own. They were a couple made for oneanother sexually and emotionally. In short, they both loved sex. Overtime, I came to understand and appreciate this. In my younger days, when I was nine or so, I would often take a napwith my mother. This happened only if I were home, absent from school.Sometime during the day, my mother would ask, "Are you tired? Why don't wetake a.