She conceded to Olivia. “What do you want me to do?” “Well,” Oliva said, “we have a couple of options. I think it’s safe to say that you are not going to blow the whistle on me to spa administration. That would unavoidably bring you into the limelight as well, since you are not completely innocent in all this. Besides, I get the feeling that you’re not that kind of person. So here’s what’s left: either we pretend none of this ever happened and you go on your way, or we continue this exploration to our mutual benefit. The choice is completely up to you.” Lydia narrowed her eyes at the other woman. She sounded more like a lawyer than a massage therapist, and she had to admire the woman’s intelligence. “What if I choose to continue this?” she asked softly. Olivia looked genuinely surprised, then thoughtful. “If a client requests it and I give my consent, the spa allows me to perform massage therapy sessions in their homes. You have one more massage session left in your set. You Brunette can request my services for an at-home session, and we can see where this goes from there.” Lydia nodded, trying to absorb this information. She didn’t want to make a snap decision she’d regret later. Olivia must have sensed her hesitation, because she said gently, “you don’t have to tell me now. If you decide to do it, request the at-home session on your way out. If you decide not to, you don’t need to explain. In the meantime, your hour is up. The bath is ready if you’d like to freshen up before you leave.” Olivia gave Lydia an almost wistful look, then slipped out the door. Lydia sat on the massage table for a couple of minutes, her thoughts swirling. Finally she stood, picked up her discarded clothes, and made her cumshot way into the bathroom. It amazed her how much more comfortable she had become with her own nudity in the last few weeks. She stepped into the steaming water and leaned back with an indulgent sigh. Closing her eyes, she allowed herself to imagine Olivia. Her smile, the blowjob sway of her hips, her tanned cleavage. Lydia’s hands roamed her body and became Olivia’s, stroking and caressing. By the time she remembered to turn the jets of amateur the whirlpool on, she was already close to coming. I've never been so turned on. It hurt so badly. I pitched forward, pressing against the bedframe, my open mouth Brunette breathing against one brass bar, by tongue licking it. "Don't think so," she said between sucks on my dick to make sure she got every last drop. He took a sniff and said, “that’s nice, wish you could prove she has the body you say she does though, cause I call bullshit.” Tommy was sick of Tyson doubting him “Fine, tomorrow’s Saturday, come over early and I’ll prove it.” When Tommy got home from school, he had a plan all worked blowjob out. best part of an hour. In the kitchen cumshot she could see that he had two large wall units left to put up. And her own orgasmic sensations were also diminishing to the point that she was finally regaining her composure enough to have an intelligent conversation with her daughter. Though I still would shock her every time she hesitated answering my questions. Jack was fine with this, but as she grew older his look would often linger on her beautiful pussy, and her shapely breasts. Just being squeaky clean wasn’t good enough to look after any of my girls, they had to be the best that humanity had to offer, but of course I worried. Now, when we’re far enough away from the snobs, amateur I’d like to swim a little more.”