Fuck Ms. Campion's masseuse Sarabeth.

"I can see you're here with a purpose, ma'am," you tell Sarabeth. She's all soft curves where Anne is fierce, fiery angles.

Anne laughs. "Well, that settles it, then," she says. "I'll go pick up our third. Don't wear him out, Sarabeth."

Anne departs.

"Where are your extra towels, Joe?" Sarabeth asks. "I'll lay them out on the bed."

"Everything clean is hanging up here," you confess. "You can use those two."

"Never mind, I have my kit," she says. "I'll roll out a cover. You might be in Anne's wet spot, though. I hope that's not a bad thing."

"That would be a good thing," you say.

Sarabeth goes to set things up. When she returns, she's nude, her lush curves bare. She shaves under her arms, but not her bush, which is brown like the hair on her head, if a little sparse. Her nipples are even bigger than you suspected from when she was dressed. She takes your towel and helps you dry off slowly, sensually, and completely. Except the tip of your big hard dick. It's glistening with clear fluid, and blotting doesn't keep it dry for long.

Sarabeth hangs up your towel. "Shall we take things into the bedroom?" she asks. "Of course I wouldn't object if you're in too much of a hurry." She smiles, her cheeks dimpling, and looks at you with her big brown eyes.

(Using SHE BEGS from Anne to fuck Sarabeth without TELL HER or **** HER)