“ Have Massage board, will Travel"reads the card of a man.

I 'm in my former forties. Healthy and interested in staying that way. So I 'm in practiced shape and like to ride my motorcycle, walk, wage increase, physical exercise at my plate with weights, stretching and Martial artistic creation. I learned massage from the local community college to try something unlike after 25 geezerhood in the computer industry. Unmarried but happy, I had retired early and was enjoying finding fun and interesting things to do.

Purchased a nice indorsement deal table with all the attachments. Assembled a collection of lotions and petroleum in a little inkiness bag, and placed an add in the local papers and magazines to try massage work. The add simply read, `` Have Massage Table, Will Travel '' and included my number.

I now have a few regular client and savour having normal massage workplace between groundless encounters. Some new node from referrals and some from the adds, which I have yet to review. So, I was meddlesome enough and yet enjoying my early retirement. My proficiency was goodness and everyone loved my vogue, demeanor and table side manner.

A few days after the crazy engagement with Rod and Jessica I was relaxing in my office contemplating the yesteryear upshot when my phone rang. I had no grounds to waffle I answered. It was Jessica. She asked about dinner party and wanted to know if I was still interested. Again, I had no reason to hesitate. I told her I would still really like to fill her for dinner, some place nice, quiesce. I had this strange attractive force to her beyond the way-out sex kitten she seemed to portray. So, we set a metre and stead and hung up.

Now, I 'm certain there was something going on in my brain that is n't quite on the airfoil. Some deep dark wondering that kept me from separating my desires from world. I kept seeing Jessica and myself having a normal relationship interspersed with moments of demented sex. It was n't that nada else mattered. I 'm more mature than my eighteen year old ego, but something from that time was rising up inside me leaving reason and logic separate from this daydream.

Days later we met for dinner and a skillful eatery. She was dressed nicely and quite proper. Her face and hair's-breadth well made up. She was a posh cleaning woman through our integral meal. We spoke mostly of small lecture and local news program which she seemed quite up to date on. She had a crystallise opinion and spatial relation on government which mirrored my own. When I delivered her abode she did n't crap any advancements and I was keeping my assuredness as if my eighteen year old self was being kept in check. I told how much I enjoyed the even with her. We kissed at her door and I turned and walked away.

The next day I called her to see how the dinner settled and ask if she would like to see the coast sometime soon. She said she would sleep with to but would have to promise me back in a couple days as she had a interfering docket that was sporadic. I thought nothing of it and agreed to look for her call option. As soon as I hung up the phone it rang. It was George III 's wife. He wanted to schedule another massage. However she said, we are hoping for a especial massage. When I asked what they had in mind she shyly said that George need inscrutable massage and she could n't quite help him with it. It required a man. I thought to myself, 'Here we go again .'

Obviously my sex life sentence had never been this unresolved before and the availability of partners had never been so variegate. Again, my eighteen twelvemonth old ego would consume blushed with the situations I 've been offered in the past times match calendar month. I took a deep intimation and pondered her affirmation. Then she said, we 'll double over your usual fee. This new line of work was never about the money. After yr of technical avail work around computing machine and programming I retired ahead of time and decided to try my hired hand at massage therapy. I got certified and sent a request to some publishing company for adds in their publications. I never thought this would turn out to be lucrative or sexually charged. I agreed and set up the appointment.

I arrived at their home at the scheduled time and was greeted the Saami as before. I set up the board and prepared for a normal massage expecting him to launch into his fumbling request for sexual servicing. George IV married woman, Jinny did n't allow for like survive time and was hovering around the wet bar when George came in.

"How about a drink ?"he asked.

"Beer ?"Jinny said.

"Okay."I replied. Jinny was definitely still shapely and beautiful. Quite the attractive woman. But, unlike than Jessica.

Jinny mixed a drink for George and opened me a beer. She had a drink going and we raised our drinks for a toast. After a couple haul from my beer Jinny told Saint George to not macerate metre and go get on the tabular array. George V complied putting down his swallow after a farsighted draw and dropping his rob eased himself up on the mesa. That is when I noticed HE was wearing a thong and what looked like a butt wad. I thought to myself, 'That must be what Jinny meant by a deep massage .'

I started my normal massage like the hold out clip and as I got to his stage Jinny instructed him to spread his wooden leg wider. He complied without complaint and pulled his invertebrate foot up and his knees out exposing the now obvious butt fire hydrant. Jinny said I should massage his butt now and excused herself. She disappeared down the dorm. Once she was out of earshot I spoke to George.

"So, what are we learning this time ?"I asked remembering the cobbler's last metre he wanted to get laid how to give a blow job.

"Anal sex."he said without lifting his head from the halo.

"wealthy person you been practicing ? You know if can be painful the first few times ?"I said nonchalantly.

"Yes, he has."replied Jinny from other side of the room,"Have n't you dear ?"

I turned to see Jinny in a rob and an obvious protrusion at the waistline. She came over to the table by George 's foreland and watched intently as I started working my massage cream and hands around his ass. He wiggled and moaned. Reaching his manus under his waist he organized his stiffening dick. I kept working around the cheeks and butt wad occasionally pushing against it eliciting a sharp jolt and narrow escape. As his body started to arc Jinny opened her rob to expose a strap-on dildo which she rubbed up against his face. He responded without question and began licking and sucking on it.

"George has been learning all about what I go through. Have n't you George ?"she says.

"Mmmm, hmmm."is all he can say.

By now I 'm not massaging any longer. I 'm playing with his stub hype and watching his wife get off on St. George working his sass on the dildo. I suspect the gadget had a dildo on the inside which transferred the sensations into her pussy as she was quickly becoming more stimulate the longer he worked it. I was getting pretty hard just watching them going at it when Jinny pulled away.

"I think he 's ready. George III. flooring !"she said, instructing my like a dog.

Saint George nearly jumped off the massage table and go down on all tetrad just like a dog. He wagged his tail and panted with his tongue out. Jinny pulled out his butt male plug and wiped the area. Then she applied some lubricating substance from a feeding bottle she produced from the pocket of her gown. Then she walked around to his brass and knelt down sticking the dildo back in his oral cavity. She did n't say a word to me but I knew what to do. I dropped my gasp and rubbed my already stiff prick against the lubricator on his ass and lined up. I pressed against his hole a couple times until the forefront pushed in past the anatomical sphincter. He groaned around the dildo in his mouth.

"Easy boy, your going to like this soon enough."she said fucking the dildo in and out of his oral fissure.

All the while rubbing her button against the strap. I could see a shiny line of something moist running down the inside of her leg. I pulled out and pushed back in. He groaned again but Jinny just got more emotional. I wiggled the caput of my hawkshaw around to loose him up a little more. Then as I pulled out and started to push in again, Jinny shoved the dildo punishing into George I 's oral cavity forcing him on to my cock. He groaned low and long. Then Jinny grabbed the back of his head and started pushing and pulling him on and off my man meat. He was mean and I was having a not bad time fucking his ass while watching Jinny 's aphrodisiacal little body get more excited as she humped her dildo into her husband 's mouth. Her robe slid capable and I caught a to the full vista of her trim breadbasket, firm perky breast and all.

Now I was fucking him backbreaking and he was moaning and squeaking every meter I plunged deep into his ass. His wife was n't holding on to his straits anymore. She was too busy rubbing her crotch and breasts as she shot to orgasm. Watching her cumming I could tell it was making George orgasm as his ass started squeezing and pumping my dick as he came. I was so nigh to cumming myself watching the two of them working through their sexual experiences. My dick felt thick and hard against his ass as I groaned and started cumming.

"He 's cumming in your ass, dear. Can you sense him pumping his sperm cell into you ?"Jinny said devilishly, suddenly back in control of her senses.

"Yes dear."he responded from mysterious gasps.

"Yes what, my sex dog."she demanded.

"Yes. I feel his hammer pumping something hot into my ass."he said shuttering with the realization.

"That 's just, dog. You just want to have a go at it and get fucked, do n't you ?"she said, shaming him.

"Yes. I like to fuck and get fucked, mistress."he responded sheepishly.

Jinny closed her robe around her dildo, twitched and smiled. She looked up at me and nodded. Then headed back down the foyer. I pulled out and slapped George II on the ass. Got up and headed straight for my beer still waiting on the wet bar. I took a rich draw and grabbed a towel to wipe off my dirty cock. I started to pack my table up and get ready to go. Jinny came back with a bridle and a grin on her nerve. Then she turned to George still waiting on the floor.

"Saint George. cleanup position !"she instructed.

George did n't say a Holy Scripture but went down the manor hall for a towel and started to clean up the muss we had made on the floor.

"I hope we can trust on your discretion and would like to get your help again. When the need arises."Jinny said still smiling.

I was n't going to excuse how I was just a massage healer. Instead, I accepted the compliment, the hitch and got packed up. On the way home I thought to myself again ,'I really need to find out where my advertisements are running ! ? '