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"Like it?"

"Love it," Randy replied, eyes closed. I felt warm oil on my asshole then felt a finger spread it inside. Soon Randy was moaning in abandon. Then he bent and pressed his mouth to mine. Randy cried out, but I showed no mercy, taking his ankles and spreading his legs as far apart as they would go, fucking him without pausing.

He fiddled with the CD player and soft music started.

"Take a few deep breaths." His hands spread liquid warmth on my skin.

A few minutes later Ron returned and as he prepared and started the massage he started a friendly conversation. My struggle became less animated and he pulled almost all the way out and quickly thrust all the way back in. "Haven't you had enough?"

"I could never get enough of you, Randy. "I bet you've had a lot of offers. I just recently shaved my crotch so my uncircumcised Asian cock and balls were in full exposure to Stack's eyes.

Finally, I laid my head completely into the face pillow and let him take over.

This treatment was not part of the normal offering but that it really works well on people like. He lubricated my hole and finger fucked me for a while then he pressed himself to me and slid his cock up in me.

I knew he was going to fuck me but had no qualms about it.

He commented that is what most people think and what they get out of it.

Ron stepped back from me and I heard him open a cabinet. I pulled out and waited, stroking myself, as Randy mounted the table and got on his back, his legs in the air. He bent his head down and took my right nipple in his mouth. First I'm going to finish working on your chest, which is very nice, by the way."

"Thanks, so is yours," I replied.

When I awoke He was massaging my ass and separating my ass cheeks. I could not move my arms. I let one hand wander down the front of his body, lifting the tank top to bare his hard, flat stomach, while the other kept a tight grip on his dick. I jacked my own stiff dick, delighted at his obvious enjoyment.

Although to taste Randy's cum in my mouth would have been a treat, I wanted more.

I don't think I can go on treating you like just another client."

"What do you mean?" I asked, worried.

"Not sure," Randy replied, quite serious.