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He slid his tongue down to the spot between her breasts and, taking the satin in his teeth, lifted it away from her, tossing the bra beside the bed. After staring at her breasts in the shadows, he again kissed her neck and lips, savoring the feel of her chest against his. He could feel her smallish nipples and ached to feel them. He didn’t ache long: her hands in his hair, she pushed his head to one of her nipples, which he kissed softly. Tracing a circle around her nipple with his tongue, he placed his hand on her other breast and began to massage it, gently squeezing the nipple with his fingers. Then he took her nipple into his mouth and gently bit it, eliciting a soft moan. He sucked at her nipple while playing with the other. They were getting more excited with every passing moment. Kissing his way from one nipple to the other, his mouth found the second as erect as the first and began to suck and nibble on it. Her hands ran through his hair as he continued to explore her. By this time all of us had erections and we could see the guys cock head sticking out one pant leg of his shorts. Pretty soon he gently pulled on her shoulder indicating he wanted her to roll on her back and as she started to roll over he placed a folded towel over her eyes. It was a common practice to cover the clients eyes so the light would not hurt them. It was also carefully planned so my wife would not see who was massaging her.The guys made more comments as my wife rolled over on her back, her breasts were swollen and her nipples were stiff, a sure indication that she was very aroused and her very bushy mound was fully on display. The owner said, “I told you she had a dynamite body, it gives me a hard on every time I see her naked”. Once again I realized numerous strangers had watched my wife naked in this very room. The young guy moved immediately to my wife’s pretty breasts and started massaging them and rubbing her nipples, Martha was getting more and more aroused and we.
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