Yes, but she'll cover up...

"No." I said, firmly. "She's not flipping over without her top on."

"You really need to calm down little man." Callum said, casually resting his hand on Sarah's oiled ass. "I told you I worked professionally, of course I'll cover up her massive milkers."

The vulgar way her referred to Sarah's body really aggravated me. She was too pure and innocent to be spoken of like that. Sarah was probably letting it go to be polite, but I knew it would be tearing her up inside.

"I'm in very capable hands Liam, you shouldn't get yourself so worked up." Sarah looked over at me and flashed a reassuring smile.

In my head I knew I shouldn't make a big deal of this but my heart almost couldn't bare it. I'd always thought she loved my massages, but she'd never reacted to them like she was with Callum.

"I'll go grab a towel for you then." I said, walking over to the bathroom.

Everything was only half unpacked but we did have our towels hanging on the rack. I could just grab one of those but I knew we owned one that was larger than a regular towel. It would be big and thick enough to protect Sarah's modestly completely, and Callum wouldn't know there were smaller ones available!

It took a few minutes to dig out of the boxes without making a mess of the bathroom. I could hear Sarah's moaning echoing through the halls, Callum must be massaging her back but harder this time. Along with her soft moans she exclaimed Ohhhs and Ahhhs, I think I even heard Callum grunting so he would be going really hard.

I came back, towel in hand and immediately noticed something was wrong. Callum wasn't on the floor anymore, but was kneeling on top of Sarah! Again, this seemed like something that was normal for a massage but it felt as though an unspoken line was being crossed.

"I've got the towel Callum, so you can get off and let her-" I froze mid sentence as I walked closer.

Looking over the back if the couch I saw two things. One, Callum's pants were off and the large bulge in his pants was pressing into Sarah! This alone was clearly a crossed line but the second thing I noticed was worse.

Against my wishes, without me even being in the room, Sarah had flipped over onto her back. Her large breasts spilling over her chest, they were already oiled up with Callum's hands still grabbing them. Her modesty was just barely protected, with two credit cards placed over her nipples.

They were placed rather precariously, almost sliding off everything Callum 'massaged' her chest like a baker kneeding dough.

"What the hell is this! I thought we agreed she would cover up!" I dropped the towel, nearly screaming at them while Callum continued groping her boobs in front of me.

"You took too long dude, I had to use what was on me." The man didn't even have the decency to look me in the eyes, instead choosing to keep ogling Sarah's exposed chest. "She's still covered up, and that's what you wanted right?"

"You call this covered, those cards are about to fall off! And why did you take your pants off!" So many things were wrong with this, I didn't even know what to be mad about first.

"Please lower your voice Liam, I'm trying to relax." Sarah stared up at me and I met her eyes, which meant seeing Callum grope her in the corner of my eyes. "You don't need to worry about the cards on my tits. Callum got them nice and sloppy before the cards went on, so they would stick on."

Wait, did she mean he sucked on the cards or on her nipples? And did she call her boobs tits? That couldn't be right, she hated that word. Before I had the chance to question her further, she continued explaining.

"Callum's pants had to come off or they would be covered in oil silly. When you think about it that's also why a towel wouldn't have worked!"

The front of her legs didn't even have any oil on them! Callum had only been 'massaging' her chest so far. Looking closer at their lower halves, I could see a wet patch on Sarah's panties. It was hard to notice with Callum's crotch grinding into her as he grabbed at her breasts, but some oil must have spilled on them.

"I can't, I can't watch this." I was light headed, seeing the man who tormented us **** my girlfriends barely clothed body was too much to take.

"Stay Liam." Callum commanded me like he was talking to a dog. "Let me explain and show you the technique. You'll see that there's nothing suspicious going on."

I was of two minds, on the one hand I wanted, needed, something to show me I was over thinking this. That his hands all over Sarah's breasts wasn't the woman I loved being taken advantage of.

But on the other hand staying meant watching this obscene sight, watching as Callum touched and groped Sarah's chest before I'd even had the chance to. And what about her nipples? Had he seen them, licked them before me?

The uncertainty was killing me, but I knew what I had to do.