It had me trembling, swaying. I groaned, eyes rolling back into my head as I savored them. I drank them in.Janet moaned louder and louder, her head th...rown back, her face flushed with her pleasure. Her orgasm built and built. I shivered, eager to see my youngest daughter cum on my eldest daughter’s tongue and fingers.Distantly, my front door crashed opened.“Where are you, Maria?” a woman shouted.I frowned, my body trembling, on the verge of cumming. Who was in my house?“I can’t believe you left. With my hard 7 inch cock throbbing, I thrust it onto Donna’s tight fitting shorts, finding her pubic mound. My left hand playing with a hard nipple, and my tongue playing with Donna’s lips, I was happy to tease this teenager until she begged for my cock. Donna pulled at my tee-shirt, and eventually our lips unlocked as the garment was pulled over my head, I had also planned on removing Donna’s shirt, and this was the perfect time to release her breasts from her sweat filled shirt. We struggled. By the way, I can't keep calling youJerry, can I? Have you thought about that?" Yes," I said glumly. Another secret of my fantasy life now to berevealed. "You can call me 'Jerry' if you spell it 'Jeri" in yourhead. That's what I do." No, too similar. You aren't at all the Jerry I married, remember,my pet. Let's not confuse the two. And the Jeri you like to thinkyou are is about to be left behind, here in this house. You're toochic and soignee to stay hidden, mon cher. Mon cher, you. Well for a start you get a very attractive lady who speaks English, who talks to you at the entrance, and then quickly passes you to a much less attractive lady to do the massage, who does not speak a word of English. Also, you also don't get a room to yourself. The room I was shown to had three massage beds, all separated by black curtains. As I was being passed to my rather plain twenty year old Vietnamese masseuse, the lady at the desk told me that my masseuse was new, and I should show her.