I was in the shower. The warm water pulsating on my back. Lara was on her knees, her mouth full of my cock. Billy was pacing toward me
I pulled Lara up, my angry cock protesting the loss of her warm mouth. I stepped out of the shower and waited for him, barely noticing when Lara ran a soft towel over my back, down across my ass and legs. The feel of the towel as it brushed my cock almost pushed me over the edge. But not yet, not until I had forced him to his knees.
I don't get a massage often. As in, pretty close to never. Mostly because I just don't have the time. But work had been more demanding than usual and the back-to-back flights had put a permanent crick in my lower back that I just couldn't seem to shake. Shelly, my PA, who was more like a mother, had taken one look at my face this morning as I was downing painkillers with my coffee and made the appointment. Now, instead of putting the final touches on my presentation to our shareholders, I found
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