The Royal Breast Masseuse

At the thought of her marvelous breasts being massaged Miranda looks down at her tightly packaged boobs then smiles; looking at you she says, "Come and do your duty Drew," you have to hold yourself back as you misread Miranda's intentions.

"Yes my liege!" Drew answers quickly walking around behind Miranda, with skilled hands he slides her breasts out of her jacket, their large pliable forms begging to be sucked and played with. As Drew starts to work her flesh, Miranda's head tilts slightly to one side, a small moan escapes her lips, she breathes in deeply, pressing more of her bosom into Drew's hands. All the while you are left standing, pinned on the spot, **** to watch the show in front of you. You want to scream at Drew for playing with the girl you created. You want to scream at Miranda for the **** she's putting you through, but you can't. All you can do is stand there, with a sincere (but obviously Miranda compelled) smile on your face, your cock getting harder with every passing second, begging for release. To the rest of the world it must appear like you believe watching Drew massage Miranda's breasts is the most satisfying, and hottest, event in all of history. Your hand occasionally swipes down to feel the outline of your cock, but you try to control your actions rather than distract yourself from the unfolding event. The others standing around you all project the same image of complete approval at the scene, although they all appear to be in more control of their sexual urges. You seem to be the only one sporting an obvious hard on.

"Oh Drew, you're the best Royal Breast Masseuse I've ever had!" Miranda says as she overcomes the initial urges and continues to read up on the world changes she has helped create. Drew doesn't answer opting to continue with his task, kneading his Queens fertile chest and rolling her nipples between his fingers.

After a few minutes of constant pleasuring and web surfing Miranda looks up at you, noting your steel hard cock trying desperately to break it's self free of the tight fitting clothing, "Drew," she says with a smile, "Get the baby oil out," she adds flashing you a million dollar smile.

"As you wish my Queen," Drew answers. Without breaking his stride he reaches towards a desk draw and pulls out a bottle of baby oil and for the first time in fifteen minutes Miranda's breasts are left unattended as Drew pours some of the oil into one hand before placing the bottle back in the desk draw with the other. He rubs his hands together coating each hand with the oil, then as skillfully as before he starts to caress her large tits, giving them a sheen as the oil leaves his hands and is deposited on Miranda's huge jugs. You can't take it any more and start to rub your cock through your clothes, Miranda chuckles to herself momentarily at the sight then returns her smoldering gaze back to the computer.

The torment seems endless as you continue to stimulate your dick, your orgasm always seemingly just beyond relief; did she make you unable to cum unless licking her pussy? You hope not as your cock is going to be red raw in no time at this rate. Gazing at the beauty that is your Queen being stimulated by your friend, your eyes constantly darting back down to her majesty's prized region, her pussy. Even sitting at the desk her cunt is in full view. Just looking at it makes you beat off your meat faster. Slowly, as you gaze intently at your sole purpose in life, you notice that Miranda's legs are getting closer together. You almost feel sad that you won't be able to look upon the glistening snatch as she starts to rub her legs together. Maybe now is your chance to get in on the action?