Marilyn f. 3
I was at Marilyn’s home the following Sunday. I had made extra preparations before arriving. Today’s massage session was going to be a lot more than just a simple erotic massage. The previous week, Marilyn was hinting that she wanted the same kind of massage I had given her friend, Barbara. I had been giving Barb massages for several years now and knew her, I thought, fairly well. At least I thought I did until a few weeks ago when all her massages took a turn and changed into erotic massages at her request. Even though Barb was married, her sex life was similar to Marilyn’s, almost non-existent. To make a long story short, Barbara had told Marilyn what I had done; I had eaten her and made her cum, and Marilyn wanted some of …