Lunch?

You follow Deborah, puzzled as she passes the restaurant. You are about to say something when she pulls you into the sauna. You jaw drops. Sitting down naked and saluting you is your actor friend.

“Hi girls. I’m so glad you were up for this.”

Deborah laughs. “George, wouldn’t have missed it. I certainly don’t want my girlfriend to think she is gay.”

Deborah looks at you. “You remember George. He just got his second treatment and was looking for some action. I think he’s ready for us.”

You admire his impressive ten inch cock. You swear it looks even bigger than before. With his chiseled good looks and that python, you can see why he’s been so successful.

Deb gives you a push. “You’re up first.”

You walk toward him. He stands up. You slip down on your knees and take as much of him in your mouth as you can.

As you begin to fellate him, he flicks off your dress straps. Above you a spectacular, naked Deborah, plays with his chest.

He cums all over your face, making you feel just a little slutty. He tastes salty as you give him a couple of licks. He is immediately hard again.

He flips you and positions you on the bench, while Deborah slips her pussy on your face. You begin licking her sweet sex. You feel George’s cock slice into your pussy. You moan into Deborah’s slit as he goes deep inside you.

You are barely able to concentrate with his huge meat stick in you. So, you are surprised when Deborah squirts on you face. You cum screaming moments later.

Deborah hops off. “Time to switch.”

Switch? You can barely stand.

You manage to get up. Deborah lays down and George immediately goes to work.

You sit on Deborah’s face and her tongue slithers into your secret garden. You try to play with George’s chest, but instead you end up moaning and slamming your fists into the bench.

You scream in pleasure and manage to roll off Deborah and lay down.

George grins. “Anytime I can be of service girls, feel free to call. Bye.”

He walks out leaving the two of you.

Deborah smiles at you. “I love you, Marsha.”

You feel like deer in the headlights. You aren’t even gay, how can you have a relationship with this beautiful, strong, amazing woman. You realize you kind of want to try.

“Um...I love you too.”

“Good news. I got permission for you to see George’s third treatment at the spa.”

You smile. It pays to have friends in tight places. “Thank you.”

Now you just need to see the spa, give this place a clean bill of health, and tell Deborah the truth.

“Gotta go, back to work for me. See you in the spa.”

Deborah exits. You wonder if you can stand. After a couple of false starts you give yourself a cheer...